Chapter 17
After a seemingly endless journey, the ferry ride took less than half an hour. Richard and Katrina were spewed ashore, holding hands tightly for fear of getting separated and never finding each other again.
Richard pushed the bicycle along in the stream of bedraggled people, all of them focused on their common goal: crossing the border into the safety of Germany. Everyone had a horrific story to tell, and although few people voiced their atrocious experiences, Richard could tell by the haunted look in their eyes.
He squeezed Katrina’s hand tighter and said, “We need to get away from this crowd.”
The next morning they woke before dawn and set off, passing the other travelling groups one by one, until they reached the head of the trekkers and mounted the bicycle again. They ma
