A blog from World War 2

December 8, 1943

We’re unloading cabbages from the freight train onto the trucks when I slip and hurt my leg. Once the truck is loaded, we go back into the warehouse. As soon as the boss notices I’m injured, he calls in an Italian who speaks German. He asks if I want to go work at a hotel. I say yes. He picks up the phone and in a few hours a woman with a three-wheeled scooter shows up and takes me to the hotel.

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