Freiburg had lost its appeal, too much marching and politics. I tried to engage with Heidegger, but he was lost in a haze of Nazi existentialism. I didn’t worry about being fed, it was easy enough to scrounge food and drink, you just had to look for the biggest swastika banners ouside the fancy houses.
Alsace wasn’t too far away, and I decided to take off. You had to avoid the poorest neighbourhoods where food was scarce. Hopping on trains undetected was difficult, but worth trying.
I spent a couple of nights in farmyards before sneaking on a goods train going West. There was a lot of armaments moving by rail, tanks and artillery readied for action. War couldn’t be far off.
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