Dans mon Lit, pas dans mes Cauchemars

Siberia. An armored flat wagon. Herringbone light machineguns. Definitely, a bed: my own bed. The one I wear out with insomnia, not to sink into nightmares. Albeit always with grace, almost dancing my pains away. They were in the Czech Legion. As Austrians, captured by the Russians and sent to Siberia. With White Russians to West against Reds. They wanted to fight their way back home Then back, defeated, but still savage. They betrayed Admiral Kolchak to the Reds. At the end they sailed from Vladivostok. Stalin ordered all their survivors to execution in 1945.