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The Karasberge, German South West Africa, 1906‘What are you looking at?’ the Schutztruppe guard asked Liesl in German.
Liesl rolled over in the sand, onto her belly, but she felt the man’s fingers on her forearm, biting into her flesh. She was fluent in German and despite his order she was not going to let him see what she had been looking at.
‘Let me see.’
She tried to resist, but her hands were tied together with rope and her ankles were manacled and chained to the wheel of a wagon. She had no blanket, no cover against the elements, and Liesl thought she was the coldest she had ever been – until then.
The soldier grabbed a handful of her hair, wrenched her head back, and forced her to roll over. He set down his rifle and his hands roamed over her breasts, under her ja
