~ More Than Angry Parting ~ I stared at him. “If you plan to murder Hitler, why are you right here? Can’t you get to Kassel more easily by train?” I stood up, brushing off my traveling pants before starting off toward the road. “Um, aren’t you going to wait for my answer?” He sounded dubious of my attention and his decision to tell me all about his life story only to have me walk…
~ Far Away From Home ~ I had been walking for weeks. (Or at least, it felt like weeks) My feet hurt, my neck hurt, everything hurt. I was out of food and dying of thirst. No hyperbole intended. My head throbbed, and the blisters dotting my toes bled over my threadbare socks. The heels of my shoes were worn thin, and my clothes were muddy and stale. I never should have left Munich. Here…
~ Happy and Unprepared ~ I had been walking for hours. So far, I wasn’t doing too bad. I had plenty of time, food, water, and sleep. I enjoyed the fresh air after being stuck in a gunpowder city. I looked for soldiers, sure, but I was extremely proud of how I had handled myself with Werner, so I wasn’t as worried as I should have been. I stopped every couple hours to eat a…
~ Short Lasting Luck ~I was lucky I wasn’t stopped by any police that day. After all, I was walking around with a backpack and traveling clothes. What was to stop them from pulling me over and taking me to Hitler? I hadn’t been walking for long. I had asked Elijah for directions and where I was – it turned out I really was in Nuremberg – and he informed me that the quickest way…
~ The Heartbreak All Over Again ~“Excuse me, ma’am, but how far is Nuremberg from here?” The woman gave me a funny look, as though she thought I was daft. “It’s just two miles from here, girl, though I wouldn’t advise you to go any further than right here, where you are right now. Nuremberg is a dangerous place nowadays, though most of it bombed so hard, I’m surprised the Germans bother coming here at…