But I didn’t know where I was and went to a peasant to drink water.  There was a young girl whom I asked whether there were Germans in Azay.  She was astonished about the question, “There are no Germans here! You are in the unoccupied zone.”

You may imagine my pleasure when I received this information after the anxiety of twelve days:  June 20^th to July 2^nd. I rode happily to Azay where I found good accommodation in the Centre d’Accueil.