Violette and Ginger: Based on real events Page #2

								

"I'm hungry, I've been walking in the woods for days without food, give me something to eat, and I'll tell you."
"Where is your polish from?" He asked.
"At my parent's house, they spoke Polish; we are Polish - Germans from the Mazury," she replied.
"Follow me." he sounded as if he believed her.
He put his weapon on his shoulder and approached her, "You are wounded; the wound does not look good; there is already rot around" He supported her, and they both started walking towards the fire.
As they approached, she saw other people in a clearing with a small structure made of logs and a thatched roof mixed with clay on the outskirts. When they noticed her, everyone stopped their work and looked at her.
"Her name is Kristina; she can eat with us and will continue on her way," the man reassured the others.
Violette sat down next to the boy and girl. The heat generated by the fire gave her great comfort; she closed her eyes for a moment, "Eat," she suddenly heard the voice of the girl who handed her a lump of roasted meat. "Can I have water?" she begged the girl, "I am very thirsty."
After eating, one of the men approached her and looked at the wound. "The infection must be treated," he said.
He brought a blanket and placed it on her bare shoulders through the tears of her clothes. Then he took a sharp knife and placed it on the whispering coals, "I must burn the wound," he said.
Violette let him do as he told. She was silent and turned her head away. When he attached the knife to the wound, Violette fainted from the intensity of the pain. When she woke up, she found herself inside the building, lying on a mattress covered with a thick blanket. She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
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