Continued at 5 in the morning. The journey rolled on toward Denmark. I only remember stopping around midday to give the women something to eat and drink. I also remember getting back into the trucks to continue after a break, probably after that meal stop. After that, I don’t know what happened. I wake up to see Erik Ringman slumped over the steering wheel and think he has dozed off from fatigue. I nudge him and say, "Ringman, let’s go."
He doesn’t move, just hangs there over the wheel, showing no signs of life. Something must be wrong, I think. I look down at my legs, drenched in my own blood. I grab the door handle, open it, take a few steps onto the road, and collapse.