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• December 16, 1943

  Last night there was heavy bombing. We ran to the basement, the siren stopped after an hour.

• December 15, 1943

  The hotel manager calls me and says I have to go to the employment office. There, I’m told I can no longer work at the hotel but must go back to my old job. I show them my wounded leg, it hasn’t healed yet and is still scabbed. Upon seeing this, they give me some […]

• December 9, 1943

  The hotel is very big and over one hundred people work here. It’s across the street from the central train station. I’ve been assigned to work the dishwashing machine. I’m pleased with this job, but I wish I had news about my wife and my two small children, especially Marina who is only 8 months […]

• 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. […]

• December 6, 1943

  Today, a woman who works at the Deutsch Kaiser Hotel, opposite the central train station of Munich (Munich has three train stations), came to our place of work. She talks to my boss, they look at me, then I load a crate of apples on her three-wheeled scooter and she leaves. Later, a man comes […]

• November 26, 1943

  I ran into Antonio Martulli, who worked at Carinola’s town hall, I gave him a ration card for two kilograms of bread.

• November 22, 1943

  I bought an 8 kg jar of honey from a German. I took it Lager B.M.W. and sold it to Guido Garofalo and Ermelindo Cirelli, I made 15 Marks. They resell it in smaller jars to the Dutch who are in the same Lager. I continue to go to the black market, located in the […]

• November 20, 1943

  Today I found other men from Carinola and San Donato. They gave me their address: Lager B.M.W., seven kilometers outside of Munich.

• November 15, 1943

  I went to the black market today. I ran into Silvio Grassini from Roccamonfina. I produced sulfured cherries for him from 1938 to 1943.  I bought a coat from him.  The first snow has already fallen.

• November 8, 1943

  As I leave the restaurant where I was eating, I run into some Carabinieri (translator’s note: Italian military police) in uniform. They are cleaning the city streets with carts, pushing them by hand like donkeys. They told me they were captured in Rome. I set a meeting time with them for the next day and […]