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I tried to sleep. I even closed my eyes and stayed in the tent with Kane for a few hours, but I couldn’t relax. I felt exhausted but agitated, and no matter if I counted sheep or tried dreaming of angels, sleep didn’t come.
When I dragged my feet out of the tent, careful not to wake up Kane, it was almost noon. The sun was warm, a gentle breeze brought the scent of wildflowers, and the birds sang loudly in the trees around the camp.
We had made it back to camp around four in the morning, mostly because we had to come slowly with the rescued tziganes. They were too weak to hike fast through the forest. And upon arriving, the entire camp woke up to greet the missing tziganes and take care of them.
The camp was still busy. Most rescued tziganes had been treated and fed and assigned to
