‘Let me help you leave this place and it could happen sooner. This is only a temporary post for my husband. We may be back in Moscow soon. This may be your only chance to let me help you.’ Cilka sits back down, turning her chair slightly to face Maria, looks her in the face. ‘Could I use your offer of help for someone else?’ ‘Why would you do that?’ a clearly perplexed Maria asks. ‘Because there is a mother here, in this camp, who is very dear to me. Her little girl, Natia, will be two in a few weeks. As soon as she turns two, she will be taken away and Josie will never see her again. If there
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