Die winterwind huil soos 'n spook buite.

The winter wind howls like a ghost outside.

Binne in die ondergrondse bunker is dit stil en donker.

Inside the underground bunker, it is quiet and dark.

Liesel, 'n slim, dertienjarige meisie, kyk nuuskierig rond.

Liesel, a smart, thirteen-year-old girl, looks around curiously.

Haar klas is op 'n veldtog om die bunker te ontdek.

Her class is on an expedition to explore the bunker.

Haar hart klop vinnig van opwinding en 'n bietjie vrees.

Her heart beats rapidly with excitement and a little fear.

Sy hou van geskiedenis, en sy droom daarvan om iets spesiaal te vind wat haar klasmaats sal verstom.

She loves history, and she dreams of finding something special that will astonish her classmates.

"Ons is in 'n ander wêreld hier onder," sê Mieke, een van haar klasmaats.

"We are in another world down here," says Mieke, one of her classmates.

Francois, haar ander vriend, sien daar anders oor.

Francois, her other friend, sees it differently.

"Dis maar net ou tanks en roesige kettings," sê hy.

"It's just old tanks and rusty chains," he says.

Maar Liesel laat hom nie afsit nie.

But Liesel is not deterred by him.

Sy wil die geheim van hierdie plek ontdek.

She wants to uncover the secret of this place.

Die bunker is vreemd.

The bunker is strange.

Die klanke van die kinders se voetstappe weergalm op die betonvloere.

The sounds of the children's footsteps echo on the concrete floors.

'n Meesterlike mengsel van avontuurlustigheid en 'n koue rilling vul die kamers.

A masterful mixture of adventurousness and a cold shiver fills the rooms.

Met haar flits gesels Liesel haar pad deur die kronkelende gange.

With her flashlight, Liesel navigates her way through the winding passages.

Die ander kinders bly naby die onderwysers, maar Liesel se nuuskierigheid trek haar verder aan.

The other children stay close to the teachers, but Liesel's curiosity draws her further in.

Sy sluip weg van die groep.

She sneaks away from the group.

Haar hart bons.

Her heart pounds.

Sy weet dat sy in die moeilikheid kan beland.

She knows she could get into trouble.

Maar 'n stem in haar kop sê, "Gaan soek!

But a voice in her head says, "Go search!"

" Die gang word smaller, en net haar flits lig die pad op.

The corridor narrows, and only her flashlight lights the way.

Hier is dit waar sy iets merk.

It is here that she notices something.

'n Deur.

A door.

'n Ou, houtdeur met spinnerakke.

An old, wooden door with cobwebs.

Dit lyk of niemand dit hier gesien het nie.

It seems as if no one has seen it here.

Liesel loer by die sleutelgat in.

Liesel peers through the keyhole.

Binnekant is 'n glinsterende artefak.

Inside is a glimmering artifact.

Sy snak na haar asem.

She gasps.

'n Stukkie geskiedenis, vergete en verborge.

A piece of history, forgotten and hidden.

'n Koue rilling loop oor haar rug, maar sy is nie meer bang nie.

A cold chill runs down her spine, but she is no longer afraid.

Nou is dit opgewondenheid.

Now it is excitement.

Sy keer terug na haar klas.

She returns to her class.

Stil en rustig.

Quiet and calm.

Haar gesig verraai niks.

Her face reveals nothing.

Sy vind haar geskiedenisonderwyser.

She finds her history teacher.

"Juffrou," fluister sy, "ek het iets gevind.

"Miss," she whispers, "I found something."

"Die klas hou op beweeg.

The class stops moving.

Alle oë is op haar.

All eyes are on her.

Die juffrou vra haar om meer te vertel.

The teacher asks her to tell more.

Saam gaan hulle na die geheime deur.

Together they go to the secret door.

Die klas is verbaas.

The class is amazed.

Francois en Mieke is onsteld dat hulle nie ook daar was nie.

Francois and Mieke are upset that they were not there too.

Maar hulle is trots op Liesel.

But they are proud of Liesel.

Nou weet almal dat Liesel nie net stil en teruggetrokke is nie.

Now everyone knows that Liesel is not just quiet and withdrawn.

Sy het 'n passie en die moed om dit te volg.

She has a passion and the courage to follow it.

Nuwe selfvertroue blom in haar.

New self-confidence blossoms in her.

Sy het geleer dat om jou drome te volg, jou na verrassende plekke kan neem.

She has learned that following your dreams can lead you to surprising places.

Dis 'n verhaal van moed en ontdekking.

It's a story of courage and discovery.

Alles wat sy gewens het, was daar in die donkerte van die bunker.

Everything she wished for was there in the darkness of the bunker.

En sy het haarself gevind.

And she found herself.