packleader
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I saw the end of the war in a hamlet near the Austrian/Swiss borders because during the war, mothers with their children had been relocated to the country side. Now comes the exciting part. I had been watching our farmer's cows on a meadow but went home for lunch. There I saw some strange soldiers on donkeys bargaining with farmers for some chickens. Well, they were Moroccans serving in the French Army. I stared at them, but they did not noticed me. At the farm house, they panicky pulled me inside and hid me in a cave inside the hay. After all, we had been told that Moroccans eat little children. But much more seriously, in the barn next door two dozen German soldiers (deserters) were hiding still fully armed. Luckily nothing happened. Well, that's how WWII ended for me.
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