A blog from World War 2

October 20, 1943

I’ve started to learn my way around, so they no longer accompany us. I’ve begun making friends with the shopkeepers located along the road from the dormitory to the warehouse we work in. I secretly take a bag of apples or onions from the warehouse or the freight trains and give them to one shop, then another shop, then a different one. I don’t know anyone here, I don’t know where my brothers of misfortune are so I give these things to the shopkeepers. In return they give me bread and other items.

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