14/38 I was foolish in the cafe--but they have told you of that. You see I was angry and did not reflect. They had separated us, and I could see would treat me as dirt. Therefore, my bad temper came out, for, as I have told you, I do not like Germans.' Peter gazed lovingly at the little bleak farms which dotted the Hungarian plain. In the morning they fed me, and took me hundreds of miles in a train to a place which I think is called Neuburg. |