He suspected it was somehow also made by Melina, specifically, the voice she was talking to, though he couldn’t explain how. And a precise shooting by the pilot of the German airplane. He didn’t see any parachutes, but it didn’t seem fair play to shoot at parachutists anyway, so he turned briefly north and, as he pulled out the map to get a more precise heading, he had a strange feeling that something was wrong. We’ll see each other again, I mean we’ll talk, won’t we? He got an appetite and grabbed two more loaves. He would even have preferred a forced landing because it would have brought him a few more kilometers closer to the road, but that was out of his hands. It was a struggle between distance and the fuel gauge needle, and he was sorry he hadn’t looked more closely at the fuel gauge during the run, but he remembered that he had actually looked a couple of times, but he had to keep his eyes on the airplane in front to catch the turn, so he couldn’t pay much attention.
