We took the train from the station to somewhere out in the country, further than we had ever been before. Mother seemed upset. She was different.

We left in a hurry and she rushed me and my sister Hanna out the door. We only could take one thing. And I took my book.

My mother was scared. She was hurrying us. We were scared.

Something was happening. Or, was about to happen as we found out much later. My mother knew something from the underground place she worked. Deep underground were the mean in dark uniforms where.

My mother was scared.