Lynn Carr

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Then my footing gave way beneath me and I plunged feet first through thin ice into a canal. The ice was covered in snow and was indistinguishable from the rest of the terrain. I went completely under, breaking through before bobbing back up, gasping for air. It was such a shock—both the very fact of the canal and the iciness of it. The water was as cold as death.
Behind Enemy Lines: The True Story of a French Jewish Spy in Nazi Germany
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