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The Way of the Cross
They looked after them all the time like children, and then, in the difficult moment, abandoned the children to the will of Fate!
Had they come with their own refugees, had even the least important of them come, there would have been someone to whom to turn for information, to find out things.
But abandoned, left entirely to themselves, the fugitives grope about, and feel their way like people with bandaged eyes.
Not knowing even:
—Whither to go.
A man sells his horse, deprives himself of his last possession, takes the last step, and
—Whither away?
—Whither to go? Whither is he supposed to go?
He waves his arms helplessly.
