gets lost in this enormous human mass. You cannot make out individual faces in this crowd. But each has their own problems and complaints. They ask for money or, sometimes, for a physician. I do my best but I cannot do much.
[10] [. . .]
not [. . .]
front [. . .]
and friends [. . .]
Suddenly comes in [. . .]
One [. . .]
Needed at once [. . .]
hospital.
Another woman arrived from [. . .]
We distribute coffee all night long. People absorb it in as if to drown the whole conflagration of the war around them. Long lines outside the showers. Everybody wants to get out of this hell. They push onto one another just to get closer to freedom, to air. We are sitting by the deposit register. They deposit money—everything they have: about a dozen zlotys, several dozen zlotys, or, rarely, several hundred zlotys.
[11] [. . .]
It is in [. . .]
Carries approx. 50 [. . .]
Us on the other [. . .]
And are waiting or bath [. . .]
For small children [. . .]
— “People, what [. . .]
Children so horribly [. . .]
we have been working since yesterday afternoon and it is almost dawn now. We are tired and indifferent. The crying intensifies. We try to calm them down, but to no avail. We shout at them. The crying subsides only to intensify again after a while.
They weep: “We hold no grudge against you. We know that you have come here for us.” Fresh words of complaint: “We are innocent! Why are they tormenting us?!”
We reply: “Listen! Nobody is guilty here! The times are to blame!”
