When they arrived in full, the noise of their feet throbbed on top of the road. Their eyes were enormous in their starving skulls. And the dirt. The dirt was molded to them . . .
Their feet could barely rise above the ground . . .
Stars of David were plastered on their shirts, and misery was attached to them as if assigned. "Don't forget your misery . . ."
At their side, the soldiers also made their way pat, ordering them to hurry up and stop moaning. Some of the those soldiers were only boys. They had the Fuhrer in their eyes.

Author: Markus Zusak