panicked and started to run off it. Everyone ran off the train except Maia and her family. Then they joined the people on the road and started walking. Another plane flew over and started shooting. Maia stood still and yelled at the pilot because of her dead puppy.
             Maia and her family saw their car, but another driver was driving it. The family was mad at their car being gone. Their own car even splashed mud in their faces.
             The car reminded her of her father who wasn't around very much as she was growing up. He always had cars in his life--cars, motorcycles, and planes. He was incurably in love with death, but he was lucky though. He would come out of burning planes, overturned cars, cracked-up motorcycles, etc.
             Maia and her family walked all the way to Lodz. Her mom had a friend there and they planned to stay in their apartment overnight. Lodz was badly bombed when they were there. The next morning they boarded the train. The train was delayed a lot and Maia complained a lot about those delays.
             Through the window to a cabin, on the train, Maia watched an old lady with a dog eat grapes. She peeled the grapes and neither her nor her dog ate the peels. Maia wished she could have the peels.
             The family arrived in Venice and was waiting for a train. They waited for the train to take them to Paris and her father.
             Maia didn't go exploring around Venice, because of the thought of seeing her father again.
             They arrived in Paris and saw their father again. He had changed so much. Maia had not seen her country in defeat, but she saw her father after the defeat of his country. He had failed in his mission to get help from the British and French. He was given a desk job. He pleaded that our allies – Britain and France – should start a counterattack. The strain of that rebellion drained and troubled him.
             Lots of guilt was floating around their house in the days before Germany invaded France. Her mothe...