He had soft brown eyes, and blonde fuzz for a mustache. I told him my name even though I knew it was not permitted. The other day he called out to me and asked my name.
The woman is making a great fuss, angrily scolding the young guard. She insists on entering the ghetto, but the soldier refuses to allow her to come near the gate. Outside the gate a buxom peasant woman is arguing with the young soldier on guard. The day before someone got a letter from the Budapest ghetto. I quickly join them to see what the furor is about. People run past our room toward the front. This morning I kneaded bread from the last batch of flour. What will happen when we run out of food?ĭays pass and we use up the last scrapings. They were forbidden even to approach the fence. Ghetto residents were forbidden to leave people on the outside were forbidden to enter. Here they don’t let us get even a loaf of bread!” Mommy, always practical and optimistic, makes us all feel better about the rumors.īut how will we obtain food in the meantime? “I’m glad they are taking us to labor camps,” Mommy remarks in response to the rumors.
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