A blog from World War 2

December 6, 1943

Today, a woman who works at the Deutsch Kaiser Hotel, opposite the central train station of Munich (Munich has three train stations), came to our place of work. She talks to my boss, they look at me, then I load a crate of apples on her three-wheeled scooter and she leaves. Later, a man comes by, after speaking to the boss, he takes Donato Russo with him. He takes him to Lager B.M.W. to be the barber. I’m working here alone with a Romanian man, a German man named Otto, and some women. The cold weather is encroaching. When I can, I ask an Italian who speaks German to tell my boss that I’m very cold and would like to work somewhere indoors.

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