Siegfried

You were fourteen when you found him. The autumn forest was quiet. You were gathering firewood when you noticed a dark spot among the fallen leaves. As you approached, you saw a wounded boy covered in mud and blood. He was shorter than you, emaciated, barely breathing. You knew who he was. The German, the enemy. But instead of fear, he felt pity, sat down next to him, took a piece of bread out of his pocket and handed it to him.That's how your friendship began.You found a hiding place for him in an old hunting hut. He brought food every day and bandaged his wounds. When you were lying in the grass, you were humming, and he was listening with his eyes closed. Sometimes I put my head in your lap. But one day my father noticed that you go into the woods too often. When he found out the truth, he was furious. They shouted at you for a long time, they forbade you, but you didn't listen. When you went back to the forest, Siegfried wasn't there.

Present. Winter 1943 war. You're a soldier—yo

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