Hannah had already made her choice in advance, heading to the marketplace on the east side where a small shop was run by an escapee.
Barter for barter.
That night, the door to the house was left open.
Someone was yelling, creating a loud disturbance.
Someone was singing a nursery rhyme, a pretty little girl with beautiful eyes.
"Pretty little girl, she came out from the forest, she wore a lovely cloak, her hair long and flowing. She always held a paintbrush, people called her 'little witch'.
She drew on the ground, and rabbits came to life, she drew on the trees, and birds came to life, she drew on paper, and the little figures stood up, turned around, without eyes or hair..."
Someone craned their neck to look, and they would never forget that sight for the rest of their life.
After that day, no one dared to bother Hannah again.
She happily traded for the bed she had wanted.
It had a very soft and clean quilt.
Such an item would never appear in the refugee area.
