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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After a good hour, I finally forced myself to crawl out from under the bed. I stood up carefully and began to walk slowly into the next room. It was quiet, peaceful. Not a living soul, as in the whole house. I was afraid of the worst - that this whole family was no longer alive. The Red Army shot them, and I'm probably the only one to blame. Now I'll never know it again.
I approached the dining room connected to the kitchen. Here in the middle of the floor lay Darcia in a blood clan, with Tobias's father beside her. Instinctively, I jumped over to the couple's bodies and began checking for pulses.
Unfortunately, the lives of both of these people had already been extinguished. But I missed one more person.
Where's Meryl?
I jumped to my feet and started running from one room to another, from the bathroom back to the kitchen. To the yard and back to the house. I called the girl's name, but all I heard was my own echo as I screamed as I stood outside. Even fighter jets weren't flying around anymore. And no other traces that would betray that a few hours ago soldiers of the Soviet Union army were here.
I ran like crazy until I finally bumped into something while running. I looked up and saw Tobias and without even thinking I ran into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly and breathed deeply in his sweat-soaked body odor mixed with sulfur. At this moment, it was the most wonderful scent I had ever smelled.
The guy never returned the same hug, and when I pulled back I saw something in his eyes that maybe embarrassed me a little. He looked at me quite confused. His nostrils fluttered and his mouth was open, his upper lip puckered. The next minute his face changed into an unreadable expression.
He went straight to the house. I didn't follow, there was no point. My walking to and from the house, then back to the house again, won't change anything. A miracle isn't going to happen, and every time I come back to that house, Tobias' parents aren't going to come back from the dead, and Meryl isn't going to show up.
After a few damn long minutes, Tobias left the house carrying several bags that were obviously heavy. I don't know what he found in that house, but I was sure he found it useful and useful. Approaching me, he roughly grabbed my elbow. Then he began to lead towards the desert. I tried to get out of his grip but my efforts were in vain.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked through gritted teeth. I let out a guttural sound that sounded like a growl.
"Who shot my parents?!" he asked in a stern tone, but he still didn't want to let me go. His fast and big steps made me run, even though I would have rather stayed behind or just stood by that red house and didn't move.
"The Red Army," I replied as Tobias shoved me into a military car, bags on the back seats, and slammed the door behind the wheel himself.
"How did you stay alive?" the German narrowed his eyes as he turned to me. His already narrow eyes were now only small, narrow slits.
"I hid under the bed. To tell you the truth, I didn't expect them not to look under it," I shot back and raised my eyebrows in surprise.
"Good. We're going to hide," he shot back and started the engine. He barked loudly and we slowly moved from the place. I regretted letting myself relax in the passenger seat as Tobias hit the gas all the way and the car shot forward like a rocket. I was kind of pissed off.
"Where will we hide?" now I screamed at the top of my voice, because my voice was drowned out by the wind coming in through the open windows of the car.
"I know one hiding place. However, you will have to accept the fact that it will not be very convenient to get married in it," answered Tobias, rather screaming for me.
"Are you deserting?" I asked.
|I can no longer serve the army when I know that I myself am in great danger. If they find out that I am a Jew, they will cut my throat without blinking an eye," answered Tobias. "I'm still young and I want to live."
I didn't ask him anything more and I didn't answer his last words. I had so many questions for Tobi, but they can wait. Therefore, for the rest of the journey, which was certainly not short, we were silent and listened to the rumble of the car's engine.
However, what struck me was that this guy on my left is Jewish.
How did Hitler not smell it? How did no one else notice this? How did he manage to get into the army when Hitler's demands were so strict on people's origins?
Finally, when we reached the coast of Tunisia, Tobias stopped and jumped out of the car, gathered all the bags from the back seat, and dropped one of them at my feet as I followed his example and got out too. With a look, he declared that I would have to carry this bag myself.
After placing one of the two bags on the hood of the car, he reached inside and took out a homemade bomb. Pressed the button on it and put it under the car. Then he pulled back and cupped something in his palm...
"Message transmitter?" I asked and he frowned. Although I wanted a surprised look on my face. "Seriously? Is that why you haven't contacted me in a few days? Because you made a bomb?"
"What is this? We have to destroy the evidence. Besides, from now on I am a Turk married to a European woman," he declared, and when we had walked a considerable distance from the car, he pressed the button on the communicator.
The bag that had previously been thrown at my feet, and which I picked up from the ground, I slung over my shoulders. Although we were quite far from the car, the sound of the explosion was so loud that we had to sit down and cover our faces with our hands.
"Good. Then we have to come up with new names," I stated as soon as the explosions died down, but the tongues of fire devoured the remains of the car, making hissing, hissing, and popping sounds. I raised one eyebrow as we both stood up.
"Do you know any Turkish names?" Tobias asked.
"Sultan Suleiman?" I suggested.
"Hey," the guy chastised, suppressing a grin. "Am I that much like him?"
"Not much, but you asked for a Turkish name, and this is the only one that comes to mind at the moment."
"Let's think. Like Muhammad?" he asked and finally smiled, but immediately turned serious.
"Good. But come up with a last name, because no one will believe that you are really Muhammed," I snorted. "Don't be offended, but you don't have a single Turkish feature in your appearance."
The guy clicked his tongue through his teeth, but did not respond to my remark.
After the exploded car, we talked and completely forgot that we are on the dunes of the Mediterranean coast and half-sitting, half-lying here we chat like old friends. Don't know how much time has passed.
"Hmm..." mumbled the soldier. "Muhammad Adival."
"Great. Maybe you'll take me to your hideous hideout already?" I asked, changing the subject and cleaning off the sand and all kinds of dirt stuck to my clothes.
"Let's go." He rolled his eyes and began to take slow steps towards the water.
