Diary, 1944-1945 (2 folders)

[[printed illustration]] [[caption]] Prayer at the street corner. I am [szomoru ?] It snows. I am soaking wet. Every [piece of cloth of mine] is soaking wet. from my boot to the upper [[illegible]] Dam and tomorrow

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December 6, Wednesday. Everything [is the] same. The digging the trenches goes on.Today is Saint Nicholas Day, and I think about my little ones. Allegedly Bp [Budapest] fell. [[illegible]] Yesterday evening I could get a shave, and wash up a little bit. If this [situation] won’t change we’ll get lice.

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[December 7] Thursday. Everything is the same, the food and the work too. Today we got yellow stars. [He who] won’t wear it, will not get food. My God, give me strength. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[December 8] Friday. Nothing has changed. [[illegible]] I am sad. The wind [[ illegible]] my bone hurts [[ illegible]] came

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[page 1?] December 9, Saturday. In the morning the slush was ankle deep. It snowed during the night, and now the rain is falling on the top of it. [?] Within a few days all of us will be [sick]. I am sad.

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[December 10] Sunday. We are working continuously. The only difference is that for lunch instead of potatoes we get some mish-mash of pasta. All the people are in despair. I trust in my good Father.

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[[illegible]] We are not considered human beings, since even the [[illegible]] is not [[illegible]]