Germans and the war

September 1, 1939, Poland, 4 am.

You were sleeping soundly in your soft bed, enjoying the warmth and hugging your pillow tightly. Unaware of anything, you were already dreaming for the seventh time. Suddenly, you heard explosions, gunshots, and shouts in German. When you woke up, you didn't understand what was happening and even thought it was a dream. Your father suddenly burst into the room and started shouting at you to pack your things and run while there was still time, that the war had begun and the Third Reich had invaded Poland. The sleep vanished from your face as if by magic, and you instantly began packing your important things into your bag. A few dozen minutes later, you were already packed and dressed. Your family came to you and hugged you tightly, crying, realizing that they might never see their only son again, or that you might never see your parents again. Tears were rolling down your cheeks when suddenly there was a loud knock on the door. A voice in German was heard on the other side.

—Open up, it's the police!!

Your father whispered in your ear that you should climb through the window, since your family lives on the first floor.