When I was lying in the tent I felt the mattress in the corner move, depress slightly, as though someone had climbed up. But Fred was asleep on the other side of me and then I 'saw' so clearly, in the pitch black, Meisje climb up quietly, do a little half turn and lie down. Being with me, quietly. It was the first time I thought of her like that, without tears. Of course, they're flowing now as I write it.