November 12, 1944

One of our neighbors near our lean-to became hysterical tonight after eating his tiny scoopful of watery rice and tainted fish.

“I’m starving!” His loud and unrestrained scream woke us momentarily from the despairing lassitude that seemed to push us down these days.

Then in the same hysterical manner, he shouted, “In another month we’ll all be dead!”

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