The train almost left without them. They hurried into the closing gap between the sliding door and the damaged door frame. They pushed their two battered suitcases first into the already full corridor. And then squeezed on board.
She was heavily with child. Shawl over her head, hands crossed over her baby, already kicking, feeling her own stress inside.
He was not used to the people and noise. She knew him already. Had already been spoken to, quietly, by the night watchers who told her it was true.
She looked at her husband as they squeezed down the crowded corridor. So young. Younger than her. Yet her betrothed. He was kind. Gentle. A computer software engineer of some repute in Kyiv. Now without a business. Without a home. Yet like her, with the most important message to take to the world.
She felt the message inside her. Hope being born in the life she carried within her. She smiled.
Josef looked for a seat for her. Asked the grey, worn, anguished passengers again and again. Pointed at her belly, begged with his hands, pleaded with his eyes.
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