Chapter 14.
The 15th of January l942.
At Bahnhof Zoo, on platform 'Paris-Est', Freni waves good-bye to me. I lean out to wave good-bye to her. Then we lose sight of each other because of the bend of the track, the smoke and the tears. I will not sit down. Not yet. I stay by the window, gaze at a marine-blue sky. There is starlight. For me, a tearing-apart night of darkness emphasised when the train enters a tunnel. Smoke filters through the window making the eyes smart. I had only one purpose in stopping in Paris, to save my journal. The thought that it could compromise Werner's safety had become quite unbearable lately. Werner yielded to my demand. I accompanied him to his consulting room at the hospital, took out my journal from under a heap of files kept on his desk. "They would never
