| Last Month... |
[Dec. 27th, 2007|03:22 am] |
November 20th, 1940. It's been 6 months since France officially fell to the Germans and it feels like little has changed since that day. A few buildings have been pieced back together, and they are generally inhabited by German soldiers now instead of French citizens. Ones that the Germans did not care about have been left to rot and crumble, falling in on people's heads as we cannot afford to fix them. We were so lucky Le Passant was not bombed. I can barely afford to keep the place open, much less any repairs that might have needed to be done. Hopefully things remain peaceful. We can keep our heads above water at this rate... barely.
Michel and Jean keep saying we should do something other than just sit here. Do something other than survive. They think France laid down her arms too easily. Perhaps they are right, but also perhaps they are feeling guilt that they did not go when Marco and my father did. When Marco and my father were killed, and they remained cowards behind the lines. I would never say that to their faces, but they were cowards and now it is too little, too damned late! What does Michel expect us to do? Raise an army of women and children to bomb Vichy? Poison ever SS man's drink who comes past my door? The only people that would end up killing would be more Frenchmen and we have lost enough already.
Perhaps they are right, though... I do not know. Perhaps there is something to be done. Information to be passed. Civil disobediance or some such. We might not be able to openly attack or kill them, but we can make life harder. I don't know. I keep thinking about it, especially late at night. I never sleep anyway, I might as well do something with my time. I don't know how we would organize. Where we would plan. I don't know how we could do it at all, but I just keep thinking about it. |
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