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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To tell you the truth, I had no idea how much longer I would have to travel before I would reach the town that Tobias said had a large lake by it, before I could finally knock on a red clapboard house to be received by the people who lived there.
I felt terribly dirty. The hair was stuck together and rubbed unpleasantly on the neck. It itched everywhere. Not only because of mosquito bites, but also because I don't know how long I haven't washed. Also, every time I stop I get bitten not only by mosquitoes, but also by all the other insects that are swarming here. It is quite possible that I have fleas or lice crawling under my head.
Suddenly I heard a muffled but annoying beeping. After walking a few steps, as much as I didn't want to, I stopped. I stood in complete silence for a few seconds, not even the slightest breeze could be heard. And the beeping still continued.
I took off my backpack. Still beeping.
I crouched down and put my ear to the military bag.
So...
I opened my rucksack and after looking at it I found the thing that had been beeping behind me for a good half hour while I was walking towards that cabin by the lake.
It was a black, square-shaped notification device that fit in the palm of my hand, with a small red light that blinked and beeped. I knew this because I had seen such devices used by an Army General in the United States Air Force.
Back when I was on the plane flying to Tunisia with other military medics. That general was holding the same transmitter in his hands, which was beeping terribly the whole time he was talking to us military medics. Not exhausted, he clicked a small button in the other corner at the top and the device fell silent. Immediately after that, the general took the walkie-talkie and contacted the generals of the other regiments of the army who were talking through it.
I took out the walkie-talkie from my backpack, which Tobias managed to give me before I escaped from the German front line. I turned off the message pager. Then I turned on the walkie-talkie.
"I'm listening," I timidly answered, tightly squeezing the means of communication with my palm.
"Tell me, where are you?" Tobias' wheezing voice was heard on the other end of the connection.
"I don't know. I lost my orientation," I admitted and started to chase away the mosquitoes, which seemed to start swarming around as soon as I stopped.
"Scheisse," he cursed in German. "You haven't reached the red house yet?"
"I'm walking outside. It's probably the desert," I answered in a weak voice and rubbed my forehead. "Actually, I don't know where I am."
"It makes things more difficult," he said nervously. "Go on! Don't stop!"
