He was driving fast down a narrow lane, bordered either side by fir trees. Following Jan’s directions, he had turned off the main road soon after passing the roadblock. Now, a helicopter was circling overhead.‘We are within twenty kilometres of the frontier,’ Jan said and glanced at his watch. ‘We have at least nine hours ahead of us before we can make the attempt to cross. We’d better leave the truck and use the forest path.’Girland nodded. He could imagine the pilot overhead sending back a stream of radio reports. The net was getting uncomfortably tight.‘Tell me when.’ After another five kilometres, with the helicopter still overhead, Jan said, ‘We’re coming to it now. A little bit further ... now, stop!’The lane had become even more narrow, and the trees formed a canopy, hiding the truck from the helicopter. Girland pulled up.As they all descended to the road, Jan said, ‘This will have to be fast, and it’s going to be rough. They must be after us by now. Follow me.’He slid down the bank and into the forest.
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