The woman continued on the downward slope, with her burning legs. She could see a village full of cottages was at the bottom of the mountain. Her biggest concern as she got closer to the village was being caught trespassing on private property.
Each slope led to another slope and then to another. Eventually, she came upon a creek. Just as she was pondering what to do, she noticed a man watching her from a distance as she was trying to navigate the maze of trees and creek.
The man had only one hand, and he was with a three-legged cat. He could only speak German, and he was speaking to her in this language which was foreign to her. She had no idea what he said.
She asked him, "Sprichst du Englisch?" He replied, "Nein."
Despite the language barrier, he invited her to his house, and she followed.
He gave her a cold drink and allowed her to use the toilet. (The toilet paper holder was rather special. It had a toy bicycle with a wheel that rolled when the toilet paper was pulled.)
The man was kind. He called his English speaking friend to help interpret. As they waited for the friend, he showed her the meat grinder that cut off his hand when he was a young child.
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