Diary of Victor Buencamino

January 30, 1942

Still no bombs.

People are still hoping, wishing. Man lives on hope. He is not satisfied with the present. His eyes are fixed towards the future. The present is a more transition, as far as he is concerned. Man will continually reach for the stars. He will never reach them.

The NARIC may ration sugar, according to Mr. Terada.

Must choose 10 responsible dealers or contractors. These will distribute sugar. Must hold them responsible.

Price must be fixed to dealer and public.

The Army will open sugar bodegas.

Dealers must secure the sugar from the bodegas. If they have motor transportation, passes will be issued.

Sugar is sweet. Bombing, said a friend, is sweeter. I prefer to reserve my judgment. I still remember the wisdom of a childhood story: when you open your mouth, flies go in.

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