Chapter 15
Richard took the bicycle from her hands and started pedaling as soon as she’d climbed back atop the crossbar. He felt slightly better after some food and rest, but his muscles were sore, and his ribs hurt. Nevertheless, he was determined to hold up until they reached the ferry.
The road was narrow and winding, and in better times he would have called it picturesque. Today, though, he had no time to watch what remained of the beautiful landscape, because he had to keep his eyes peeled on the road, furrowed by deep creases caused by heavy Panzers. He’d seen before how German and Russian tanks ploughed through the countryside, leaving a mess of dirt and gravel behind.
The burning sensation in his legs increased with every move and he felt his muscles seize up. But he couldn’t st
