:57:01
The next day, with a wreath
on the handlebars, a black armband
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and two innocent and tearful children,
:57:08
I peddled north
to a little fishing village.
:57:11
The sight of a sad family
on its way to a funeral
:57:14
was too much for the guards
at the roadblocks.
:57:26
It was a relief to finally look up
the road and see my last hideout.
:57:30
The underground in Copenhagen
had sent a message
:57:33
to the OSS in Stockholm,
:57:35
telling them when
and where to expect me.
:57:38
The only thing left now
was to get there.