March 12, 1944. More fishing, playing soccer, hiking in the woods. This is the area of foie gras but even geese are a bit scarce. Also special Bordeaux wines – also scarce. The Germans have taken almost everything that the farmers haven’t hidden.
March 13. They tell me to get some rest. I’m leaving tonight. Jean looks a little sad – his friend is leaving. And his brother has not visited in ages.
I can’t stay too long in one spot….on the run tonight…
c. GCYI