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“They reminisced about the war. Cecile told of farmers she knew, neighbors who kept to themselves and sold produce to the Germans, even as they sheltered a family of seven Jews in a root cellar below their barn. At war's end, the family was accused of being collaborators but the testimony of the Jews made them heroes instead. The family said they had lived in the cellar for two-and-a-half years and had never missed a meal. They were fed richly, given wine, eggs and fresh vegetables. They also claimed to have heard the farmer's voice only three times in all those years. When the village mayor sought to decorate him, the farmer refused to be either honored or thanked. He did not change his silent ways and quietly returned to growing artichokes and spinach.”

“We will know many defeats and feel pain like we feel air but just like the air we breathe, pain is a breather to move us forward. We will encounter many defeats as we journey through our lives. The outcome of each are unknown, the future to which we cannot know. But must we give up? Must we stay mute? Must we bury ourselves in the silence of the defeat? Must we dine with failure and make love to fear? Must we sleep on the altar of sorrow? Must we sleep long enough to forget who we are? No. We must learn by paying attention to the river, that never stops flowing even when surrounded by rocks. To the waves of the ocean that never stops rising even when it’s bound to crash at the shores. We will encounter many defeats and must learn over and over again that courage is the only way to stand and win at life.”

“Of course, now I had the problem of communicating what I needed. Marlen was still beating on the door, and Dimitri would be up in a couple of minutes. I glared at the human, hoping I looked terrifying. From his expression, I did. I attempted the caveman talk I had with Inna...only this time the message was a little harder. "Stick," I said in Russian. I had no clue what the word for stake was. I pointed at the silver ring I wore and made a slashing motion. "Stick. Where?" He stared at me in utter confusion and then asked, in perfect English, "Why are you talking like that?" "Oh for God's sake," I exclaimed. "Where is the vault?" "Vault?" "A place they keep weapons?" He continued staring. "Oh," he said. "That." Uneasily, he cast his eyes in the direction of the pounding.”