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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 paperwork and send me to a factory. When I get to the factory I show them my wounded leg so they send me back to the employment office. There are dozens of people at typewriters in this office. They give me the name of another factory and insist on accompanying me. At this point, I realize they will not let me stay at the hotel job, so I give them the name of the factory where my fellow townsmen work. They quickly fill out the paperwork for this factory: Massimo Rockinger, Orleansstrasse #12.

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