Josephine Baker stepped down from the train carriage, resplendent in her furs: every inch a superstar. She swept along the platform of Canfranc Estacion, the border crossing into from , giving directions for the unloading and reloading of her luggage. The effect was electrifying.French and Spanish policemen and customs officers stopped dead. Railway workers gasped in star-struck amazement before dashing to call wives and daughters. They crowded around Josephine, desperate to see, to feel, to touch, to bask in the radiance of that famous smile.The awe-struck officials barely glanced at the mountain of luggage she'd brought with her: piles of trunks carrying hidden, secret contents that might change the course of the war.
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