The position of a topic sentence ofter shifts, according to the author and writing style, where is one place the topic sentence should never be

i believe that one is charlie,my friend

recent news about two years ago indicates that a polish forestry student by chance unearthed at a depth of about 40cm (16 inches), during digging in a damp polish forest he found a 13-page manuscript into a thermos flask.

greek jew marcel nadjari was a aischwitz slave who witnessed how the nazi's built big death chambers and crematoriums and told how he was forced to escort fellow jews to the gas chambers. he accounts on this manuscript how the nazi's disguised this chambers to look like showers. also, he describes this place as a process of extermination from the chambers to the trains arriving to take the bodies.

it was surely an odd creature that one made up by reading the historians first and the poets afterwards a worm winged like an eagle; the spirit of life and elegance and charm,   in a kitchen chopping up suet. but these creatures, monst'r however entertaining to the imagination, hast no existence in fact. what one might doth to bringeth h'r to life wast to bethink poetically and prosaically at one and the same moment,   thus keeping in toucheth with fact—that the lady is mrs martin, ag'd thirty-six, did dress in blue, wearing a black coxcomb and brown shoeth; but not losing sight of fiction eith'r—that the lady is a vessel in which all s'rts of spirits and f'rces art coursing and flashing p'rpetually. the moment, howev'r, yond one tries this method with the elizabethan mistress, one brancheth of illumination fails; one is did hold up by the scarcity of facts.   one knoweth nothing detailed, nothing p'rfectly true and substantial about h'r.   hist'ry scarcely mentions h'r.   and i did turn to professeth'r trevelyan again to seeth what hist'ry meanteth to that gent.   i hath found by looking at his chapt'r headings yond t meanteth.