I also hoped that I was improving my stock and the wood-collecting duties would prevent me from being sent back to the railway. The thought of returning sent shudders down my spine and I tried not to dwell on it. But of course I was right. One day the dreadful news came – I was being sent back to work. An officer found me in the hut and said, ‘Collect your things. You leave in the morning.’ ‘Where to?’ I asked, already knowing the answer. ‘Who knows? May God be with you.’
