Home Sweet Home

   It had been a sad and lonely past couple of days, but on the contrary, I had finally made it to Denmark. The city was beautiful. There were tall buildings and the streets were very lively. After a couple more drives to where I needed to be, I found an information centre. I went over to a phone book and looked under Hjorth Fengel, there were only two names listed and luckily Edith's name was one of them. I collected the information I need and started of towards Edith's house. I was just about to knock on the door when stood there reflecting on how far I had come and now that I had made it was  in for me know? I knocked on the door and said, "Madame, I am David," No sooner had she taken a look at me, Edith took me into her arms and finished my sentence, ..."David, my son." This was it, I had made it to the end of my journey to freedom and know I have a chance to start over and have a clean slate on life.

So Long King

    King and I got many drives to Denmark, at first, people were uncertain about King, but like I told them, king was a sheep in wolves clothing! Today King and I were playing with a stick, it's a silly yet satisfying game for him, so I decided since he's done so much for me it was the least I could do for him. He would run after the stick once I threw it, then would bring it back to me. I truly enjoyed King's company, although he was protective of me he would never be able to fight against one of the, but just the though of someone wanting to protect me was comforting. Once we finished playing we decided to keep walking, but when we got father down the hill, we noticed something that looked like a camp. There were guards everywhere, what if they saw me? All the camps probably had some sort of notice of my escape and they would have recognized me, or even worse, my eyes. As King and I stood immobile behind a bush, King signaled me to run, but I couldn't run, they would see me and right away capture me. I looked at King for a moment and thought, If I run, the worse outcome possible is they'd kill me right there, or even worse, arrest me. If they didn't, then I would be able to keep going. Hesitantly I grabbed my belongings and darted. Suddenly out in from the other direction came a gun shot, followed by a piercing bark. When I look back to see if King was right behind me, I couldn't believe what I saw. King ran in the other direction, to distract the guards so that I would be able to get to Denmark. I felt terrible, I had done nothing for King, he just gave his life for me. Then I wondered, could God have possibly entered the King's body? Was that God's way of helping me?

My Second Escape

Today as I was working away, I had overheard the farmer telling his wife that as soon as the winter had ended he was calling the police to come and arrest me. I knew I had to escape as soon as possible because the snow was melting and that could only mean one thing...spring. So that night I had planned to leave the barn once they were all asleep, it was a great plan until I had realized that the farmer had locked the barn door. It was all I could do but sit there and cry, I was so mad that I even started to yell at God. I had blamed Him  and I was accusing Him for getting me into this situation and not helping me get out, but then I realized that maybe it wasn't God's fault and maybe this was His way of helping me, maybe He was only showing me my own faults that I tried passing off as everybody else's problem. I had realized that not only had I been relying on God for everything, but I had been so mean to Carlo after he apologized to me. That night I began digging a hole at the back of the barn that would carry me out to freedom, and just as I planned it would, I was able to make it out alive and without the farmer noticing. As I lay there in the snow with my eyes tightly shut, taking in everything, I heard someone coming after me. When I opened my eyes there was King wagging his tail, I had told him to stay, for I didn't want it to seem that I stole him, but if he came after me then that was not stealing!

King

Switzerland has a lot of snow and high mountains! As I trudged through the snow tired, and ready to give up I was rudely awakened  as I almost fell of the cliff, but just when I thought I was done for, I came to a house were the owner was a farmer and was seeking assistance during the winter season. I decided to stay, but only for the winter, and when the spring came I would continue for Denmark. The Farmer was a cruel person, and reminded me vividly of them. I was treated as a slave and lived in the barn with the animals were it was cold and dark, and got fed very little food. Although the farmer thought he was winning by feeding me little and leaving me in the dark with the animals, I didn't mind it that much. I liked being alone, and the dark didn't scare me, well not as much as much as King did at first. King was a large and fluffy sheep dog, at first I was frightened by the dog, for he could probably sense that I came from the camp, but I quickly learned that we were much alike nor did he like the farmer. He became a loyal companion and I relied on him most of the night to keep me warm and safe, he even protected me from the farmer when he would holler at me or try to take a swing at me and for the fist time in a while I felt somewhat safe.

Sophia

I had just made my way across the Switzerland boarder when I was bellowed out by a middle aged women who went by Sophia. She had informed me that she was a painter and if I had the time, she would be honored to paint my face. I had agreed to her proposal and sat down on an old wooden stool that was placed in front of her easel. Sophia was a very pleasant and enjoyable company, after she was done painting me she invited me back to her house for supper and a place to stay for the night. Sophia enjoyed talking to me and listing to every word I said carefully, she said that I had appeared sad and If I needed to talk to her about anything that I could trust her, but I was unable to tell her what was going on, I could never be to careful with people I met, even if they seemed nice, because for all I knew, she could have been working with them. That night after supper, Sophia and I looked through one of her photo albums, she eagerly flipped through the pages telling me the story that every photo told, except for the one picture of a lady. (Sophia seemed very hesitant to talk about her) I asked her what her story was, for her eyes seemed to told a story of sorrow, and Sophia informed me that it was her old friend Edith Hjorth Fengel, who, along with her husband and son David, were arrested by the police and sent to a prison camp. Edith managed to escape the prison camp with the help of a guard who was in love and was smuggled into Denmark were she now lives as happily as a person who has been through all that can. Her husband on the other hand was killed and nobody knows were her son is.

On the Road Again

           After I left Maria's house, I proceeded on with my journey to freedom, I continued over a bridge which lead me to a city called Florence were I visited yet another church. This church was different from among the others I had stopped in throughout out my journey, but the one thing it had in common with all the other churchs, was it's large and substantial wooden doors. After I had stopped in and had a wonderfull conversation with a priest, who informed me on my God and something called Psalm 23, I  continued on to Millan where I had earn some decent money working at a train station to help pay for some of my needs. It was there in Millan when I was sitting on a bench next to a man scaning through a newspaper, that I came across an artical addressed to me. It was from Giovanni and his family, they had apologized for what they had said, they had meant no harm, they had only questioned me to better understand what I had gone through so they could have better help me. Even thought they pleaded me to return back to them, I figured I was already this far and I had nothing to lose by trying to get to Denmark.

Behind Closed Doors

  I didn't really play with the other kids as much as I should have through out my stay with Maria and her family, but could you blame me? There was so many books and educational devices, like the globe that Maria showed me. She had informed me that in order to get to Denmark I must go through Germany and then to Switzerland. The children could never understood my fascination towards the books, but to come to think of it, the books were  my only reason to stay with the family. That night I lay in bed thinking about all that I had been through the past couple of days, I couldn't fall asleep so I had decided to get dressed and go outside to think. As I made my way to the gardens, I was surrounded by the darkness of the night and the only thing that I was capable of thinking of was my fear, so I headed back inside and back to bed. I slowly crept up to my bed but just as I pasted the big living room that opened up onto the terrace, a light switched on and the children's parents sat down to talk. I overheard them talking about how strange they thought I was and how they thought my stories were to well put together and the way I was towards their Maria was weird and. Then Elsa added that my eyes scared her, they were the eyes of an old man who had scene a lot in his life time and didn't care about living anymore which her feel insecure. That night I decided to write them a note explaining that I was gracious for all that they had done for me, but I had to leave for I was not all those things that they said. As I began packing my belongings, there was Maria all sweet and kind pleading me not to go, with that she gave me a kiss goodbye and a gold chain to remember her by, and I was gone.