Diary, 1944-1945 (2 folders)

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but it’s torturing. Our feet got frozen already.

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I don’t know how are we going to [survive?], but God will help, perhaps.

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I am praying and crying when I see

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a child on the street.

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[December?] 24, 1944. Christmas. This day is unspeakable suffering. Holy Night!

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I am at home in spirit, and I suffer [horribly]. My sweet and good Christ, [please] help! No change, we work at Christmas too.

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Before dawn, at night I am sick. Vomiting and diarrhea.

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It caught me too. Next day is a horrible day at the entrenchment, in the evening they took to a medical

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office and Dr. Lampert says nothing but “Don’t

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give up!” I will do, and I ask the help of our Father