They slept through the day, taking turns standing guard, and started their walk toward the border again in the late evening. It was a slow process through the fields, because they could barely see a few yards ahead and stumbled along like drunken sailors.
“It’s no use. If we continue at this pace, we won’t reach the border before winter returns.” Gerlinde said.
“It’s June. Winter is at least four months away.”
Gerlinde fell into a ditch she hadn’t seen along the field and stretched out her hand for Lotte to help her out again. “See? We need to return to the road.”
Lotte shook her head. “But then we can only walk under the cover of night and that will give us just a few hours each night.”
“There are so many people on the roads, will it really matter if we walk during the day?” Gerlinde
