Chapter 18
Riding the bicycle fast became Katrina’s second nature. Even sitting perched on the hard crossbar didn’t hurt that much anymore. When the sun shone down on them and there was nobody else in sight, she sometimes started to sing a song.
Once in a while Richard would join her, but usually he’d just hum or whistle the melody. She taught him some of her favorite Polish nursery songs to keep them both entertained on their long days of travel. For their safety, they always kept away from big accumulations of people.
They’d soon found out that the situation in the new Czechoslovakia was even worse than in Poland. The Czechs, who’d been viciously oppressed throughout the war, had gone on a killing frenzy that surpassed what she’d seen in Wroclaw in terms of cruelty, brutality and meth
