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The Thing About Exploring Is That You Have To Know Whether The Thing You've Found Is Worth Finding. Some Things Are Just Sitting There, Minding Their Own Business, Waiting To Be Discovered. Like America. And Other Things Are Probably Better Off Left Alone. Like A Dead Mouse At The Back Of The Cupboard.

Bruno Opened His Eyes In Wonder At The Things He Saw. In His Imagination He Had Tough That All The Huts Were Full Of Happy Families, Some Of Whom Sat Outside On Rocking Chairs In The Evening And Told Stories About How Things Were So Much Better When They Were Children And They'd Had Nowadays. He Thought That All The Boys And Girls Who Lived There Would Be In Different Groups, Playing Tennis Or Football, Skipping And Drawing Out Squares For Hopscotch On The Ground. As It Turned Out, All The Things He Thought Might Be There-wern't.'' -the Boy In The Striped Pajamas

What Exactly Was The Difference? He Wondered To Himself. And Who Decided Which People Wore The Striped Pajamas And Which People Wore The Uniforms?

The People I See From My Window. In The Huts, In The Distance. They're All Dressed The Same.' 'ah, Those People,' Said Father, Nodding His Head And Smiling Slightly. 'those People...well, They're Not People At All, Bruno.' Bruno Frowned. 'they're Not?' He Asked, Unsure What Father Meant By That.

It Is Possible, You Know, To Drift Off To An Unknown World And Find Happiness There. Maybe Even More Happiness Than You've Ever Known Before.