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place for three days I was anxious [strikethrough] for [/strikethrough] to get my dress
but at the same time hoped [strikethrough] slightly [/strikethrough], they [strikethrough] escaped [/strikethrough] disappeared somehow. But
no. Here they [strikethrough] are [/strikethrough] were as almost all of them, meagerly
accepting their rather [strikethrough] transparent [/strikethrough] evident fates. The
same with Erzri and Emil. The latter absolutely
broken in spirit, after three days of looking
for a [strikethrough] flat [/strikethrough] place to live in the ghetto- the afternoon I went out to the
[strikethrough] graveyard [/strikethrough] cemetery, it is my late brother’s birthday, he
would be 54. I [strikethrough] made [/strikethrough] arranged the flowers [strikethrough] arranged there [/strikethrough],
planted various [strikethrough] flower-babies [/strikethrough] seedlings in the [strikethrough] empty middle
side [/ strikethrough] center of the family plot, watered the whole surface
and almost had almost the feeling, I have done something
for him.

June 18. Sunday.
The morning again in the [strikethrough] graveyard [/strikethrough] cemetery, for lunch
with the Sebes- a bad habit, but I need from
time to time a family circle- and the evening
with Erzrike. I started in real June weather
and got home in pouring rain, [strikethrough] rather wet [/strikethrough] drenched,
in spite of a raincoat. At Erzrike I met a [strikethrough] far [/strikethrough] distant
[strikethrough] relation [/strikethrough] relative of Emil, a young factory girl, who had
an- in times before- unheard of adventure