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Liberation 1944-45 (electronic version)|
by Lini R. Grol « View this author's BIO
I sobbed convulsively. I could not help thinking of my parents and all those I loved and would never see again, for this much I knew: if they investigated the car we all would be shot on the spot with the usual sign on us -- TRAITORS. And of course to them we were traitors. But life was so dear to me. I wanted to live in that lovely place of which I had dreamed since we had left the little farmhouse.