the competition. For there is an identical diner in the same building, one floor higher. It serves cheap lunch, too.
ARG I 465 (Ring. I/195).
Description: original, handwritten, ink, Polish, 160x200 mm, 3 sheets, 6 pages.
We are finally in Jewish care. Though dead tired, people quicken their pace at the very thought. It seems the worst is over. We are beginning a new period of our odyssey, and now under the protection of Jewish Warsaw. This gives us some strength and consolation. The sight of a modern building emerging from the darkness lets us hope that there, behind that door, we will be welcomed with hospitality or at least with a kind word. They count us in the meantime and the symbolic number of 613 is the only thing our half-asleep consciousness registers.234 The door opens and we all rush in to find a place to sleep, as fast as possible. We walk down an endless labyrinth of corridors. We find a room but we cannot go to sleep in it because a loud grunt tells us: “It’s full. There’s room down the corridor.” We walk on, but our legs immediately start to give in. Exhausted by a whole day of travelling and the experiences of the past hours and days, we throw our bundles down onto the floor
