A commotion in the hall startled Saban. He opened his eyes and sat up on the cot confused by the unrecognizable surroundings. A dim light seeped into the dark room through cracks in the wooden door. On his way to the door, he stumbled into Elisaveta’s cot jarring her awake. He opened the door, peered down the hall, and shuffled toward the sounds. A hand touched his shoulder. Turning, he saw Elisaveta. She smiled, and he took her hand as they walked toward the activity. Four people had gathered near the weapons and explosives. They recognized Cedric and Marcel and greeted them. “Good, I am glad you are up,” Marcel said approaching Saban. “I want to ask you something, Marcel,” Saban said. “Yes, I heard. We will discuss that later. Right
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After their arrest about a month ago with others at a Romany funeral, they spent time at Mechelen. They escaped a prison train to Auschwitz and want to get back home to Bosnia.”
Gesturing, “Dutch, here, is a baker who does wonders with the skimpy rations. And this is Gilbert an accountant working for the Germans.” “Why are you working for the Germans?” Saban asked. Gilbert, a thin man in his thirties, with a healthy supply of dark wavy hair sticking out the front of a black stocking hat, said, “Jobs are scarce, the pay is good, and I am in a position useful to the resistance.” “Who are you to question us?” Dutch bellowed as he approached Saban. Big, barrel-chested, and strong looking, Dutch reminded Saban of Gunter from Mechelen. He wore his stocking hat just above his eyes and ears. “You fuckin’ Gypsies steal anything you can get your hands on, including …show more content…
He said on the way to the Mechelen Transit Camp with two prisoners, resistance fighters stopped the vehicle. They beat the driver and the agent barely escaped while being chased and shot at by the resistance. He shot back and killed an undetermined number. Upon inspection of his pistol, only one round was missing. So he could not have shot more than once at the resistance making it doubtful he killed any. When Agent Fleischer asked about the reward, he replied he did not receive a reward since the prisoners were not returned. They took him downstairs and questioned him in Gestapo fashion. Although he said killing the resistance members may not have happened, the rest was true. However, Agent Fleischer believed he made up a story to keep the reward for himself. Despite his screaming denial, Agent Fleischer had him assigned to the Eastern Front. He will ship out today. End of message. Saban and Elisaveta smiled at each other and she said, “That is good news.”
Saban shook his head, “How unfortunate that ass Fleischer is not going with him.”
“True, but every little bit helps the cause, as you will see,” Marcel
After their arrest about a month ago with others at a Romany funeral, they spent time at Mechelen. They escaped a prison train to Auschwitz and want to get back home to Bosnia.”
Gesturing, “Dutch, here, is a baker who does wonders with the skimpy rations. And this is Gilbert an accountant working for the Germans.” “Why are you working for the Germans?” Saban asked. Gilbert, a thin man in his thirties, with a healthy supply of dark wavy hair sticking out the front of a black stocking hat, said, “Jobs are scarce, the pay is good, and I am in a position useful to the resistance.” “Who are you to question us?” Dutch bellowed as he approached Saban. Big, barrel-chested, and strong looking, Dutch reminded Saban of Gunter from Mechelen. He wore his stocking hat just above his eyes and ears. “You fuckin’ Gypsies steal anything you can get your hands on, including …show more content…
He said on the way to the Mechelen Transit Camp with two prisoners, resistance fighters stopped the vehicle. They beat the driver and the agent barely escaped while being chased and shot at by the resistance. He shot back and killed an undetermined number. Upon inspection of his pistol, only one round was missing. So he could not have shot more than once at the resistance making it doubtful he killed any. When Agent Fleischer asked about the reward, he replied he did not receive a reward since the prisoners were not returned. They took him downstairs and questioned him in Gestapo fashion. Although he said killing the resistance members may not have happened, the rest was true. However, Agent Fleischer believed he made up a story to keep the reward for himself. Despite his screaming denial, Agent Fleischer had him assigned to the Eastern Front. He will ship out today. End of message. Saban and Elisaveta smiled at each other and she said, “That is good news.”
Saban shook his head, “How unfortunate that ass Fleischer is not going with him.”
“True, but every little bit helps the cause, as you will see,” Marcel