Long bicycle ride back

 I rode back from Quebec on bicycle at the end of the summer of 1984. I rode up Mount Royal and talked to an elderly Jewish lady after thinking their Yiddish was German. She showed me some writings of her late husband that she still carried with her. One was a memory of serving in the Polish army and camping in the barn of an orphanage - the nuns had told the orphans that the soldiers had nothing to eat and the children gave their supper to the soldiers. During the night they awoke to the orphanage being bombed by the Luftwaffe and the children were killed.