I am so intent on collecting wood and dragging the pillowcase behind me that I do not realise how dark it has gotten. And not only that … as I look around, it is eerily quiet and I realise how foolish I have been to be out by myself so late. Oh dear! Nonna will be cross with me.
I take a deep breath to steady my nerves and try and lift the pillowcase with a quick tug. Ooomph! It is so heavy that I drop it back to the ground and stare at it grumpily. I’ll just have to drag it. With both hands, I grasp the top of the pillowcase and start pulling, as I walk backwards toward Via Principe Amadeo. ‘Aargh! This is heavy work,’ I mutter to myself, panting in the cold, sharp air.
As I stop a second time to catch my breath, someone taps me on the shoulder. With a stifled shriek, I drop the pillowcase and swing around. Immediately, I run backwards when I see that it is a German soldier. My heart is in my mouth and my breath comes out in shallow gasps. I must run! But my legs won’t move; they are frozen to the spot.
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