I had no idea where we were. Sami, who was our impromptu navigator, said we were someplace southwest of Paris. We had avoided the big cities. Actually, we even avoided the villages. We were afraid we would be sent back, sent back to death.

We had passed through field after field of yellow flowers. Rasha told us that they were rapeseed. She is the smartest of us and had been a Uni professor when the University was still in session, before it had been made into a rebel base and bombed.

A little dirt access road ran between two rapeseed fields. The sun was high and there wasn’t a soul in sight. We decided to take a break and have lunch.

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