“This will stop the bleeding,” I said. Then
I looked back up at our overturned railroad car. “I’ll be right
back. Just lay here and don’t move.”
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to get my valise. I have some
things in it that can help us.”
“I wouldn’t, William. It looks unstable.” I
didn’t wait to respond but scampered back up the incline, climbed
onto the box, and pulled myself into the wreckage. I found my
valise, along with two of Katharina’s. Our larger cases were in the
baggage car. I threw the three valises out of the shattered window,
climbed out, and scuttled back down the slope to Katharina.
When I got there, a woman in a nurse’s
uniform was looking at Katharina’s leg.
“This is Helga. She works at a nearby
clinic,” Katharina said.
The nurse looked confused because
