A blog from World War 2

October 8, 1944

It’s cold, it seems like winter here. Back in Casale it’s still summer, you can go out without a coat and there is fruit on all the trees. Actually, this is the best month of the year because there are figs and many other kinds of fruit. And here? What a miserable life! Here there is nothing but work and slavery!

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