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Jan. 9th, 1945

People stand in line and beg for potato skins, then cook them over a smouldering stove, out in the hot sun, fanning and blowing the fire. The commandant talked to our Central Committee this morning. His great concern is for food for us. 1t is amazing how they expect us to believe that, when we see them carry off truckloads of food from our bodegas. All the little girls ere knitting. The mamas and papas grimly copying recipes or talking about food. Scraps of conversation overheard: “What I would like best is a T bore steak!” “What l’m hungriest for is toast and coffee with cream and sugar.” “All my hot cakes will be served with butter and thick maple syrup.”