Chapter 45
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"Well... it could be worse," Cherry told me cheerfully,
"how can this situation be any worse?" I asked her, "we have to WALK back to England,"
"as I said before. It could be worse,"
"how?"
"I could be walking back to England alone," she told me, I looked up at her, "I'm just glad I'm not,"
"so am I Sweetie, so am I," I grabbed her hand and lead her through the streets of Berlin,
"die Post," the Post office, I suddenly muttered. Cherry gave me a confused look as I pulled her into the Post Office. The lady behind the counter grinned and passed me my suitcase,
"danke," thank you, I told her.
"What are you doing?" Cherry asked incredulously,
"sending everything we won't need home," I told her opening my suitcase up (which I collected after my swim from the care home which was strangely empty, the care home and the suitcase but I filled the suitcase with stuff).
After we had put everything we needed into the suitcase, I labelled it and we had posted home. Home to Elmtree House. "They might reopen it," Cherry told me,
"I hope they do, not that I don't like where I am at the moment but..." I trailed off,
"The Dumping Ground is home," I nodded, she took my hand and we walked away.
"So do you know the way back to England," Cherry asked, after a few minutes,
"well..."
"you don't," she sighed,
"but I do know a way to get back,"
"I thought we had to walk back,"
"I have a plan,"
"what plan?" Cherry asked,
"we will do a thing,"
"what thing?"
"it's just a thing, a working progress, respect the thing." Cherry shook her head, looking disappointed and that hurt so my mind came up with a quick solution.
"Ever wanted to hitch hike?"
We stood by the side of the road holding 4 signs between us;
England, Frankreich France, Belgien Belgium, Rheinland Rhineland.
"Why the Rhineland?" Cherry asked me,
"because Cherry," I said pausing to tap her on the nose, "it borders with both France, Belgium and the Netherlands and that will get us to the other side of Germany. The West of Germany, so nearer England. Cherry pulled her phone out,
"we are being a tad optimistic, it is 5 hours away and Paris even more so. It's 10 bloody hours away, and even to get to Poole in England would take 13 hours and to get properly home would take 18 hours."
A moment later a car pulled over, a woman rolled the window down, a man was driving the car and I could see a toddler in the back seat.
"Guten Morgen," good morning, I said smiling at them.
"wir sind mit dem Rheinland gehen," we are going to the Rhineland, she told us.
"Danke," thank you, I replied and Cherry and I got into the car.
"Ich heiße Klara," I am called Klara, the woman told us.
"Ich Heiße Immy und sie heißt Cherry," I am called Immy and she is called Cherry.
"Hallo, Ich heiße Bastian und Klara ist meine Frau," hello, I am called Bastian and Klara is my wife.
"Und wie heißt du?" and what are you called? I asked the little boy,
"Lukas," he told me, Cherry looked at me blankly. I translated everything for her, over the next few hours I made conversation with Klara and Bastian while Cherry played with Lukas and his toys. I have to admit I was sad when they reached their destination and we had to say goodbye, they were kind and refused our (little) money and in the end they gave us 40 Euros to help fund our way home and they waved us goodbye as we walked away and promised to keep in touch.
"I bloody love German people," I told Cherry,
"Hitler was German," she replied, I stopped and glared at her.
"The majority of German people are lovely, friendly and kind, just because one psycho was an evil little bastard you can't judge them all,"
"I wasn't, I just... it just slipped out."
We walked in silence, and eventually came across a railway line. "We can't walk on a railway line, trains will be travelling at hundreds of miles an hour. We could die," she said,
"this line is disused, look at it and the lecki's off," I told her honestly,
"the lecki?"
"electricity, you would be able to hear it if it was on. And you would be dead because you're standing on the live rail," Cherry almost jumped a foot,
"not funny," she said, in an attempt to wipe the grin off my face.
"It's true though."
I took her hand, Cherry hummed softly. A tune that I vaguely recognised, suddenly I realised where I knew it.
"Everywhere we go," I sung, Cherry turned to stare at me before singing the next line,
"everywhere we go,"
"people always ask us,"
"people always ask us,"
"who we are,"
"who we are,"
"where we come from,"
"where we come from,"
"so we tell them,"
"so we tell them,"
"WE'RE FROM THE DUMPING GROUND," we sung together,
"and if they can't here us,"
"and if they can't here us," Cherry responded,
"WE SHOUT A LITTLE LOUDER," we both yelled,
"I never knew you were in the girl guides," Cherry suddenly said,
"I was in Rainbows, then Brownies and Guides for a year before... before I got involved with all that... jazz."
"And all that jazz," she sung back to me, I swung my arm round her shoulder.
"What would I do without you?" I asked, then suddenly I realised the floor was vibrating. The track was vibrating, I saw the train was rushing towards us,
"what the..." Cherry started,
"oh my god," I was frozen, just like a rabbit in the head lights and the train was coming.
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