I feel that I'm betraying Yuri, wherever he may be, and the Resistance, but I find that I do not mind the company of a young German soldier stranded in Paris. He seems so out of place here and with the Nazis, and I'm beginning to realize that not all is black and white. Do not get me wrong; I want the Germans out of here more than anything in the world, and I'm still angry and I blame them for what happened to my husband. But just like the French, not all Germans are one. I am slowly realizing this.

I'm hesitant about building a friendship -- I have only spoken with him on two occasions. But at the same time I yearn for the company of another human being, one that isn't paying me for a good time, and he is so kind and seems so innocent. I do not know what to do.