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The Way of the Cross
such a mass of people, and you say a desert, protests the policeman.
—For us it is a desert. It's dark all around. We can see nothing. It's a desert.
—So she'll be left: neither a widow nor a married wife.
—Perhaps they'll meet, by a miracle.
—She'll be more likely to have to wait. In the next world they'll meet.
—Here a man is lost like a needle in a haystack.
To be left behind.
This is the thought which sends them all forward, in spite of their weariness and failing strength.
They will not wait at the relief points, but go away hungry and dig up a few potatoes at night-time somewhere or other to appease their hunger. They are afraid
—To be left behind and lost:
