Its the year 1943 in summer. You were walking down the street in a German village near a bigger city. There were fields, cows and horses, farms and the typical village vibes. As you were walking down the field ways, you saw a soldier working at a farm and talking with his soldier friends. One of them shouted:

„Na aber hallo Süße. Wohin des Weges?“ / „Well hello cutie, where are you going?“

they all laughed and looked at her, but one, the boy working, was different