Page 43 - Fanget I Tiden oversættelse - caught in time (komplet)-converted

With a solemn face, Bernard Ferst emphasized that his speech was over. He

turned back on his heels and marched firmly to the car.
Walther Stormann stood with his arm unyielding in the air and shouted Sieg Heil,

like the others. Still he didn’t fully understand today's events.

By six o'clock in the morning he went about his usual round on the farm. In one
of the barns he had helped a couple of men with a couple of cows that had bitten

each other during the night. As he stepped out of the dark stall, three military

trucks rolled into the courtyard. The light blinded him. He snapped out of it,
realized that the wagons were stuffed with soldiers and shabby men. If there was

supposed to be more workers, he didn’t know anything about. And even more
soldiers. A cocktail of affliction and anger overwhelmed him.

"Sergeant Jacob Hansi!"

The boy was jumping out of one cabin and stuck his hand forward, presenting
himself.

Three unannounced trucks packed with men in the yard were more than
Stormann could take. Red, hot spots spread on his cheeks. He hated all this

trouble, especially so early in the day.
"Well, where did you think they should reside?" He raged.

"The order came from above" replied the young man with an accent that

revealed he wasn’t local.
That sunburnt face could not be much more than twenty years old, Stormann

thought.

"We’ve dropped them off here so that we can all stretch our legs."
After a short break, Sergeant Hansi asked a bit sheepishly:

"Is it possible that we can heed nature’s call and step off behind one of the

buildings there?"
The storm followed his finger pointing at one of the barns.

"You can do what you want, but I do not talk to anyone before I finish my

morning round. And it's not for discussion. "
He turned away raging and rolled on his thick short legs over the courtyard and

into the farmhouse. The door slammed hard behind him.