The action takes place during the Second World War.
Elizabeth is a recent medical school graduate from Boston who hopes to find her dream job, find a man she loves, have children and live a peaceful life. But her dreams are shattered the moment she...
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"Take it, eat it before I change my mind," the soldier said in a commanding tone and, placing a bowl of soup on the table next to the bed, rushed to untie my hands.
"Aren't you afraid that I'll hit you over the head with something hard, or pull a pistol or a knife out of your holster and wound you, at least try to run away?" I asked, pointing first to the bowl of soup, then to the belt attached to his pants with several clips, one of which held a pistol and the other a hunting knife.
"I don't think you're so stupid as to run outside in enemy territory only to be pelted with bullets the next minute," he declared, and with an impeccably raised eyebrow he took a bowl from the table and thrust it into my hands.
As much as I wanted to squirt the warm liquid in this parasite's face, I held back. After eating, I gave the German soldier a bowl and wiped his mouth with my palm.
"Since you're already full, it's time to go meet someone," said the guy, and after placing the bowl on the table, he untied the ropes binding my legs, grabbed my elbow and began to drag himself towards the door of the room, through which he had recently entered.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked gritting my teeth and began to resist feverishly. He suddenly slapped my cheek. This time, not as hard as last time, but the skin still started to burn from the impact.
"If you say one more word, I'll peel off your tongue," he threatened, and when we finally got outside, I was greeted by a wave of unbearable heat.
All the way, while this German was dragging me to another building, the soldiers who were walking around and guarding the front line were looking at us. Some of them were grinning, as if they were amused, others were staring with angry, hostile looks, the faces of others were unreadable, almost emotionless.
I was offended only by the looks of those first. I didn't understand what they found so funny. Apparently, my captor was unmoved by this. He didn't even respond to them.
When we entered the next building, the first thing I noticed was the low ceiling. I wasn't a very tall girl, only six feet tall, but even I needed to bend a little. And what to talk about soldiers much taller than me. Although not all German soldiers are tall. Most of them are only one meter sixty five centimeters tall.
I continued to look around the room to occupy my mind. About the middle of it stood a round battered table with four equally battered legs. A single chair is pushed up to him. More precisely, a stool.
Turning my head to the left, I saw a small dresser with three drawers pushed against the wall. A bedside lamp was placed on top of that dresser, which was now turned on. It did not illuminate the interior of the room much. Just a few inches away from you.
In front of me was a stove on which a small kettle was placed, and to my right by a small window was another table, slightly smaller than the one in the middle, on which stood a radio receiver.
