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They were cleaning up miles of barbed wire. And filling in trenches and cutting down old concrete fortifications on roads and particularly at village entrances. 
Then, we almost ran over a little girl who would [[underline]] not [[/underlined]] pay attention to the Cadillac's approach. Such a fright.

In the demolished towns were neat little temporary homes wooden and tile roofed I wandered at the life of the very few women who live in these places. What is there for an outlook?