I struggle to stay calm and think who else the people could be. But I can’t hear properly because this hole is under a horse stall and Dom is a big horse and he’s muffling the sound. I try to make out if they’re using Nazi expressions like Jew vermin and shoot him in the vermin head. I sit up on my mattress and listen hard to catch what they’re saying. The voices up there sound bossy and impatient and angry. You know how when there’s a war and you hide in a hole for two years so the Nazis won’t find you and each night a kind man called Gabriek brings you food and water and takes your wees and poos away and the only voice you ever hear is his and you don’t want to hear anybody else’s because that could mean the Nazis know where you are and they’ve come to get you? I held my breath in the dark and tried not to make any scared noises. After I woke up and had a stretch as usual and got dirt under my fingernails as usual, I heard voices above me in the barn.
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