The bus ends its route in the suburbs. From there we continue on foot. It’s almost 10 p.m. and I am starting to feel weary after the crazy day.
‘We have to walk almost twenty kilometres, of which nearly half is a very demanding hike,’ Davide says. ‘We have to manage our pace.’
I don’t know if it wouldn’t be better to stay the night in one of the guesthouses and set off in the morning – I don’t say it out loud though. I understand that archbishop Lucka gave us the most reasonable instructions for that particular situation.
I involuntarily touch my pocket. What can possibly be on that little cube of flash drive, for which Klaus died? And who helped us? Maybe the conservatives who for some reason don’t want the flash drive to get into Muslim hands?
We keep on marching at an even, moderate
