Lale Sokolov page 1 by ric gustafson
Lale opened his eyes. He thought this nightmare was a dream. It was not. A male's head was resting on Lale's shoulder. Lale glances around the wagon. It was designed to transport livestock not people. No one had told them where they were headed. He decided to wear a pressed suit, white shirt and tie.
Lale looked again around the wagon. It was less than 10 feet wide. His back and legs ached. Because of stubble, his face itched. He had not shaved or bathed in two days. He felt less of himself.
The wagon was crowded. People could not sit or lie down. There was only two buckets for a toilet. Lale slowly made his way to the side of the wagon. He peeked out through the slats.
At one point, the wagon stopped. Lale could see a village sign. It read ' Dankowice'.
Lale knew they were in Poland.
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Peace and God's blessings. Love Ric
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