The peak season for harvesting crops passed, and everyone on the farm took a break from working from dawn to dusk in a race against the weather. Finally, they found the time to attend to less pressing, but equally important matters.
“Have you, by any chance, registered at the mayor’s office in Mindelheim?” Lydia asked him.
Richard grimaced. He should have gone to register himself and Katrina as soon as they arrived in Kleindorf, but with all the work he’d completely forgotten about the issue. “Sorry, no. What papers do we need?”
“I guess your identification will do. At least for Ursula and me they didn’t ask for anything else,” Lydia said.
“Aaarg. That’s what I don’t have. The only thing I own is this travel permit and Wehrmacht discharge papers expedited at the border checkpoint.”
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