Nameless is what we all were. It was 2030 and Hitler had succeeded in world war two the Jewish, communists and other minorities were history. The new generations didn’t even know who they were. Like the Jewish people in the concentration camps whose names were gone and replaced with numbers , we were all numbers in a long list of numbers. Everyone but the German officials had numbers. I was 145111. Hitler had died a long time ago with his son taking over. His son was a horrible man following the cruel ideologies of his late father. I was part of a rebellion with other people. We were planning something. a fight against the German Reich. We were going to storm the capital in Berlin and kill hitler II and steal the Buch der Namen (book of names) so we could find names locked away in the book. I had been fantasising what my birth name was. I was sick and tired of my number. It was the day we stormed the capital. We all lined up outside the gates in Berlin and waited for the time the whistle blew. The minutes crept closer and then the whistle blew. We piled over the gates using each other as steps once we were over we rushed towards the building dodging the gun fire from the guards once at the gate door we stole the guard’s guns and rushed in. we were getting closer and closer to hitlers room killing guards as we went. We were at his door. We crashed through the door two shots were fired and hitler slumped to the floor. He was dead. There it was the book of names on an altar in the corner of their room. I ran over and flicked through the pages till I found 145111 and read across. James. I had found my name and the rebellion succeeded after many years we finally had our names back .