Résistance: Memoirs Of Occupied France
‘Dear Agnès,’ he retorted with a chuckle, ‘we’re all going to end up in prison, as you well know.’
He thought the photograph of Pétain that graces my room was terribly funny.
‘It’s for the benefit of the Gestapo,’ I explain, and we giggle like idiots. It’s our very own version of the crucifixes that sixteenth-century Huguenots used to hang on their walls to put the Holy League off the scent.