4 In a large dark tunnel, Bea awoke on a thin palm leaf mattress. She couldnt move, and began to fade into unconsciousness once again. One eye caught a blurry figure. When she focused, she saw a German soldier in full kit, short pants, garrison cap, and laced, knee-high desert boots, his head low between his knees as if asleep, battle-scuffed rifle tightly gripped. Sunlight from the entrance bathed him and he cast a long shadow. He was blonde and bearded, his skin treacle brown from the reflective sand. He suddenly shouted: Get up! Bea tried to talk but couldnt, her throat bandaged. His German sounded familiar. Wake up! If you go back to sleep you will die. AgghAhmmmmff… The man cycled the action on his Mauser rifle and fired at the ceiling. The bullet ricocheted, and the thrumming noise went down the tunnel as if a hummingbird flew past. In pain, Bea felt sedated; opium or laudanum. The man grabbed her by the collar and shook her violently, bashing her head against the dry rocky wall. Awaken Gott damn your soul, dont die on me! Bea inhaled sharply as her eyes flew open. Lu-u-utz” she screamed. Gwafa and another man held her. Easy. Breathe slowly…thats it