the house had been made of large stones , and he could see daylight through the small holes in the wall and the patched roof , but there were no windows to let in the warmth of the sun , and he shivered as though he was still on silvers back , trudging through the icy wind . bullets snapped in the grass all around him . whoever is watching will never know the difference . '' `` the start of where you told me who you really were . '' kids , these days , he said in frustration . 