Chapter 20
The weeks passed and winter arrived, accompanied by snow and constant winds. Lotte was still wearing the prisoner’s dress that barely shielded her against the punishing easterly winds. At least she still had the plimsolls her sisters had given her for her birthday. They had been a genuine blessing during her time at the labor camp, especially during the endless roll calls every morning and evening. Lotte pitied the women who wore sandals or went barefoot, with rags wrapped around their feet as their only protection.
Once again, she stood by Irmhild’s side, doing her best not to stagger or faint. For hours and hours, they stood still, icy gusts tearing at their dresses. She had stopped looking when yet another woman – usually one of the older or weaker ones – fell to the ground
