so wednesday night...

i sometimes was and sometimes was watching a 13-year-old jewish girl in germany in about 1939. my 8-year-oldish sister and i, as well as a 6-year-oldish girl we picked up along the way (who i believe was not jewish but had some sort of physical disability, though i never got a solid answer as to what it was) were running from the nazis. [some day i'm hoping my dreams will come up with something new, but, you know, you take what you can get.]
we were running through a city with no street lamps in the dark of night, then managed to get into some underground tunnels and were running there. it was dark and the ceiling was dripping and the floor was slippery. when we finally got out it was into some school-type assembly in a huge auditorium, and the spotlight turned on me like it was my turn to speak. and so i started speaking french, so that they'd think i was a misplaced french girl, not a jew. it held them back for a little bit; just enough for me to scope out the nearest exit and figure out how to get the younger girls out with me. as the germans sat there looking at me, i grabbed the girls and dragged them out a door that was just off the stage...
and we ran to a train that was just outside the door. that was engineered by some mexican guy. and was actually a kiddie-ride-sized fisher price little people train. as i tried to maneuver the little girls in, which of course is easier to do through the windows than through the doors of a little people train, but is actually still awkward and difficult when you're trying to do this with actual little people, game of thrones sword guy from work came rushing out of the auditorium to capture us. however, as i was struggling to get the girls up into the train, i realized that he had stopped a ways away from us. he had come out to make the nazis think that he was getting us, so no one else had to, so that we could get away. as the train pulled away, i thanked him, yelling, 'love you, gotsguy!' so basically i thanked him by blowing his cover, but you know. he yelled back that he loved me, so apparently he managed to quickly resign himself to his death for my and the little girls' sakes.
as we headed east into france (not sure how that worked, but whatevs) i realized we had no money for food or shelter when we got there. so just over the border, close to sunset, the train let us off at an orange grove, where i could work for a time picking oranges in order to earn some money, and hopefully then everything turned out okay.