so it was that we walked hand and hand through poppy fields full of purple. and it wasn't the desert that we thought that it would be, no it was simply a field. simply a small hut that we had left behind early in the morning not wanting to be caught, and so we skipped high and so we ran slow, and so we held hands as we brushed past the flowers that never seemed to refuse to bloom. and without looking back we had fun, and without out a care we shook our heads from side to side, and the mist, the dust, it all blended in our nostrils as one. and my right hip started to hurt from all the joy. tired hands in danger of head falling to sleep. but we wanted to and we wished to and we wouldn't let our selves rest for more than a day. And when it came down to me it was too much to take, because they were Nazis.,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,