Ah, gay Paris! I was a babe. I remember the cop with the machine gun scaring the shit out of my mother whilst I was in the back seat of the car with her. I will never forget that imprint on my mind. Funny how something can stick in your memory even when you are just in diapers. She was holding my diapers out the back window to dry them and Dad got stopped as there was an ongoing threat by a faction that used a white flag as their symbol.

I wish I knew the name of the prison in Paris that Dad was kept in. Kept in a dudgeon. There were bars on a window at street level. They used their urine to slowly "scrape away the sand" below the bars. They replaced what they scraped when they knew the guards were delivering meals or might bring back a guy being "interrogated". They made a break and Dad led the way. A French cop drew his pistol and Dad ran straight at him. The cop gave Dad the pistol and the crowd closed in to stop the Germans from getting them. They got out. All except for a few who were beaten too badly to try to make a break for it. I have to stop... I am in tears.