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I breathe as deep as I can and feel the breeze in my face, warm and soft as never before. thoughts of girls, of flowery meadows, of white clouds suddenly come into my head. my feet begin to move forward in my boots, I go quicker, I run.

I breathe the air deeply. the night lives, I live. I feel a hunger, greater than comes from the belly alone.

I give him the boots. we go in and he tries them on. they fit well.

he roots among his supplies and offers me a fine piece of saveloy. with it goes hot tea and rum.

müller stands in the doorway of the hut waiting for me.

the night crackles electrically, the front thunders like a concert of drums.