Icy winds whipped the dry snow into waist-high drifts around the little police station at the Austrian border town of Rechnitz. Inside, a policeman huddled close to a well-tended fire. Suddenly there was a knock, and the door slammed open to admit a wintry blast of air and a man with a baby in his arms. "Please," he muttered. "Out there. My wife. More women and children. More people." Then he fainted. The policeman cranked his old-fashioned telephone, muttered a few words. A siren wailed and within minutes the able-bodied men and...
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