A blog from World War 2

March 21, 1945

Siren. It was 11:00 when the siren went off. We’re not allowed to leave the factory and our boss won’t even let us go to the shelter. I managed to sneak out and run to the nearest shelter. The siren stopped at 3:15, when I got back to the factory the others had already eaten and were ready to get back to work, so I wasn’t able to eat. Near this lovely factory, there’s a tavern which is under the control of our factory boss, so when the siren goes off and lasts a long time, in order to not make his workers or rather “slaves” waste time, he has the tavern open up and feed us, so as soon as the siren stops, or rather 10 minutes before, he sends us back to work.

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