In a dark street in Rastatt at night
Depressed accelerator pedal. The Dacia Duster stops in a lonely area of a small town in southern Germany. A large bag of syringes and liquids passes from one hand to the other. Everything happens quickly. Not a word too much. A lawyer is on the scene. A few minutes earlier he had assured us that he would keep people out of jail.
The red car pulls up and shoots around the corner. Onto the highway to the north. On Monday, two couriers, whose names are meaningless, will transport the precious cargo to South America. Unrecognized, undetected and noiseless. The lady on the left, let’s call her H. S.-S., has long since disappeared behind the front door. A bourgeois life without suspicion. Inconspicuous and orderly. But part of a trio: a lawyer, an agent in a woolly hat and a woman with a southern accent. What was going on here?
The “Insulin for Life” campaign has been supporting the work of our missionary hospital in Peru for 13 years. Countless patients are dependent on this insulin. And at virtually the last minute, we managed to get the supplies. A big thank you to southern Germany.
