16 Jan. 1942

Yesterday returned to Santo Tomas taking some provisions for Angela [Templer]. Very depressing. Queued endlessly among the Filipinos, in the heat and dust. Impossible to get near the prisoners who can be seen cordoned off fifty meters away. My parcel is examined by an American and my bottle of gin refused. Law and order are ensured by the internees themselves.

In the streets more movement, but in Escolta the silence is impressive. Long troop of Japanese soldiers without arms. Their small size and youth are striking. Astonishing to think these little fellows got the better of the gigantic Americans in less than three weeks. Calm, gentle, happy days — till when? This morning I caught sight of the two Ipekdjian brothers, faces beaming. Their shop, though English, has reopened.

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