Seventeen
The labour camp walls stood out against the otherwise serene landscape. It was always that way with the camps. The most ugly, disturbing the most beautiful. Those minutes before the initial attack gnawed on the nerves. Was I ready to face the terror again? I closed my eyes and imagined Rahab behind these walls. She had to be there, Björn said. But what if she wasn’t? What if we had waited too long?
You will never find her.
The memory sent chills down my spine. Thoughts of endless possibilities squeezed me with a weight of thousand tons.
We made our preparations throughout the day while observing the camp from a distance.
In the very moment on the playing field, when my eyes begged Bearclaw with the last hope, he finally granted me his trust with one single nod. A nod that ha
