A blog from World War 2

February 17, 1944

This morning the clever nurse is on duty. He comes in, hands me the thermometer and leaves. When he comes to retrieve it, he looks at it and looks at me, then shakes down the thermometer, gives it to me and stands there. After five minutes, he takes back the thermometer and calls me “schurke” which means rogue. The nuns must have found out because they come and tell me “Tomorrow you must leave the hospital”. They give me some advice. I thank them both and say goodbye.

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