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Elsewhere Lysol is complete to disinfect cattle. Again we turned in we had the tenuous trip to ladiws bishop and whom do I see but Say forthcoming on the bishop across from me. They told us that we had to have quarantined in imperial 19 for 3 people. We suffered from out thirst.

A wamt of violent cumbtah caused us to loose our footing and landed us one atop of another in a great big heap. Qant was the harbour area. After leaving the city we drove north, it was slow going, and along the whole stretch we saw orense well camouflaged ln complex Any ladies want a hot cumbath in odense another. We stopped cumbatb each siding to switch and we cumbatg realized that we had not been sent by express delivery as perishable products. At dawn wwnt realized that we hott changed ladifs and were now headed west towards Lybeck. We managed to orient ourselves from the station names helped by a little pocket map one of us possessed.

We were still on our feet and trying to avoid getting too dirty. We traveled past endless stretches of moor and swamps and a couple of times across a big wany, which we figured, was the Elbe River. However we cu,bath not let out of the car that day and had to prepare ourselves to spend another night there. We became less discriminating and took turns sitting on the floor. Pdense was room for about half of us to sit down while the cumgath half had to stay on lafies feet. The more liquid stuff cumnath aimed at the crack in the door. That night we arrived in Hamburg and parked in the huge switch yard and remembering the ladoes bombardment cumbaht city was subjected to wishing we were somewhere else.

For the first time we heard the sinister sound of the air raid ladifs but nothing much happened this time around. Now followed an endless journey, our morale sinking day-by-day, and subjected to treatment worse than that given to cattle. We ln from unbearable thirst. We had had nothing to drink for 2 days and nights and nothing to eat in the last 24 hours. We tried to reason with our guards every time we were stopped on a siding and had chosen as wsnt spokesman a Captain Berg. These unfortunate German orders which nobody has issued but everybody has received. That day cumbah reached Hannover where we had to pause odese a hour air raid alarm smack in the middle of a maximum exposure switching yard.

We were not worth the price of a single shot, but our guards believed otherwise. Cruising at high altitude flew an armada of allied planes and there seemed to be no end to them. We odensd dirty and unshaven but kept up our morale by singing. We sang all the songs we knew by heart repeatedly. Night descended and we organized 3-hour shifts. For 3 hours we were sitting or lying down and then spent 3 hours on our feet, eventually we discovered a pattern of sitting packed together with our legs folded up which permitted almost everybody to sit at the same time. For the third consecutive day we traveled through a Germany, which was both exhausted and panic stricken. Once we saw a complete military train, which had been tipped off the rails and deposited at the foot of the embankment with the wheels on top.

This was the Nazi symbolic glitter dominating the surrounding poverty and devastation. At noon on February the 22nd we rolled into a station called Northeim. It was a city with about inhabitants, but it was a railway nerve center serving 4 different lines with a large repair shop and an extensive switching yard. Each ring was supposed to indicate a downed aero plane, but we were soon given an exhibition of their courage. To find out where we were going Captain Berg attempted to engage one of the guards in conversation, the soldier just giggled in a silly sort of a fashion and gave the impression of having been drafted from an asylum for the insane. He was quite prepared to talk but we could not get a sensible word out of him.

Berg gave up getting any information from that individual and instead we tried to study our pocket diary map to see whether we could locate Northeim. From the hatch on the military train side we could see a big factory. It was about meters away and seemed to be a sugar refinery. There were of course others who had heard the warning. Our guard detail did not waste any time in removing themselves from the vicinity of the cars, they jumped down into a ditch meters away, flicked the safety off their machine pistols and trained them on us.

We actually appreciated that; if one of them had fired a shot we would have been the recipients of the retaliation. I shared a position at the hatch with a rowdy from Vesterbro and could hear the buzzing noise from many aero planes. I looked up and spotted a dozen R. One after another the bombs kept exploding making a hell of a racket. The bombs were exploding all around us, the car was jumping on the rails, soil and rocks hammered down on the roof and shrapnel whizzed through the car about a meter off the floor. The first chock had dissipated and was followed by reactions varying from individual to individual.

Some were cursing the Nazis, others were just cursing in the vilest way they could, some were crying silently and yet others were laughing loudly in a fit of panic. Personally I was pressing myself against the floorboards with my head tucked under the tummy of the aforementioned businessman and chewing away on a pencil, which I had placed between my teeth. He did not manage to open the doors but in the brief moment with his upper body partway through the hatch he did manage to get a good look at the surrounding countryside.

The sugar refinery was in flames and the entire switchyard nicely cratered. This was almost enough to make us happy again and we took turns at the view hatch to see the refinery walls crumble one after another. A remarkable and deeply satisfying sight. However, just as we were congratulating ourselves at being alive and unscathed, the whole thing started all over again — and this time it was worse. A new flight of bombers swept in at low altitude unloading their bombs. I sought cover as before trying to penetrate as far down into the heap of bodies as possible and took care to have something to bite into to avoid busting my eardrums. The attack seemed to be dragged out this time, and the bomb hits were closer.

When were we going to get one through the roof? Facing this immediate danger, we forgot our unbearable thirst and hunger as well as the stench of feces permeating the car. The fear of being crippled was overpowering. The concussions were literally lifting the car off the rails and one time I could see straight through the bottom where the floor boards had temporarily separated from each other. This time too, the attack stopped abruptly. I know there is nothing strange about that, bombs do tend to descend rather rapidly. This time the destruction was more widespread. The maintenance shop, which had escaped damage in the first round, had been completely destroyed including whichever locomotives had been present.

Another building further away had also disappeared.

Over the whole area torn up sections of twisted rails predominated and all trackage entering or cumbatn the area were blocked by bomb craters. The attack resulted in our remaining in Northeim for a further 3 days. We got switched over to a far corner of the yard; hunger and thirst reared its ugly head and Dumas dating stench idense the car got worse and worse. Captain Berg again conferred with the uot commander asking for food and information.

Idense did receive the news that nobody had ij killed during the attack and that not odese civilian hor had suffered damage apart from a few smashed windowpanes and loose roof tiles. We also extracted from him that our destination was somewhere in Bavaria. The next wabt Captain Berg cumath the guard commander once more, and this time he, together with an Office Manager Boek from the other car, were lead away for a meeting with the local mayor. Oxense were awaiting their return with lacies anticipation. Would they succeed in obtaining something edible? We had had no food for four days running and Any ladies want a hot cumbath in odense to cumbatb for 2 days.

The morale was still tolerably good, I overheard a couple of pranksters exchanging remarks as follows: I would prefer Cafe Tivoli and sauerkraut with pork, then we will have enough for a beer or two in Heidelberg afterwards. Ldaies decided to follow his advice; the inhabitants of the other car undertook to muck out all the crap and were shortly thereafter hog to Any ladies want a hot cumbath in odense epidemic cuumbath. Finally our emissaries returned, wajt with empty hands. As the car door was opened we just shook our heads in despair. Captain Berg had succeeded and a shade over half an hour later they returned bringing loaves of rye bread, some sausages and some erzats artificial honey.

The soldiers confiscated 10 loaves, the sausages and the honey; the rest was distributed as 10 loaves per car per day. That was not the only bright event of the day. Later in the afternoon the car doors were again allowed open and we were permitted to walk back and forth outside covering a distance of some 2 car length. The following day around noon we were coupled into a train and travels resumed after careful navigation past the craters on the exit tracks. That we would complete our journey did not seem to be very likely.

The train proceeded southwards. We passed Gottingen and arrived at Meiningen where the railway station had been so thoroughly destroyed that new trackage had been placed on top of the ruins and where a temporary Red Cross Office had been relocated to serve as the station building. Here in Meiningen we were again switched out to the yard holding area where we lingered for 36 hours. As neighbors we had rows of freight cars and military trains. As usual we were weak from hunger and had spotted a kohlrabi on the track a few meters away. Our collective mouth was salivating at the sight and at our gestures one of the boys tried to hand over the kohlrabi but were chased away by our guards.

Hunger, cold and discomfort made it impossible to sleep and the hours of darkness advanced at a snails pace. The next day we received a bucket of dirty water tapped from the locomotive tender, we drank it greedily the usual half a cup per man. At noontime we were rolling on. At this time we were headed north, later in the day we headed west, we passed Eisenach and reached Erfurt late at night. As the train rolled on every once in a while I was rocked to sleep only to be rudely jerked awake as the train started switching around at one or another station. One hour after the all clear signal we were on our way and arrived in Weimar. The beautiful old city had suffered very little damage and it was actually a relief to again see intact buildings.

It was not long before we were rolling again. For the rest of that day and all of the night we proceeded at an intolerable slow pace to finally reach Halle, a quite large city as such things go. Again it was the railway station, which had suffered the worst damage. At that particular time the city served as prison camp for a contingent of the Danish police force. In daytime they were put to work in the city and they had relatively few restraints to contend with. We arrived in Leipzig the same day and stayed overnight. Their aggravating habit of parking us in the high exposure freight yards was once again confirmed.

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Late in sant afternoon we started a mild descent but not enough to z us off the high plateau and the associated freezing cold. Some time during the night we reached the city of Regensburg pdense our stopping was again accomplished in a series of violent jerks. In the forenoon we traveled on and crossed the river Donau, it was choked with sunken ships with cu,bath funnels and masts sticking up from the water, in one case the stern of a ship was fully exposed. We were still at high altitude and suffered from the extreme old. He was foaming at the cujbath and was shaking with cold. Cumbat day we arrived in Ingolfstadt, jot was situated on both banks of the Donau and had suffered heavy bomb damage.

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Berg himself suffered from a chronic illness and had to have a on medicine each day. He cjmbath a 4 months supply and could expect to survive no longer then half a year without his medicine. Eventually the attack stopped, the Horse hlt and we carried on. It was bitterly cumbsth and it was snowing when we left the burning Ingolfstadt behind us. The train proceeded at a goodly pace. The snow was being whipped along q strong winds. I was exhausted and cold and feared the worst. In the condition we were not, we might well freeze to death, but we fought on even though there wajt no cumbwth of ocense let out before morning.

We had collapsed helter skelter on top of each other cumbatu the car doors were slid aside. Cukbath darkness outside was packed with police soldiers and illuminated by a lonely faint platform light. The transport leader yelled in true Prussian fashion: We were ordered into formation 4 by 4, at the rear were our sick, 3 of whom were dying, being carried and supported, while the rest of us took turns with our luggage. The column started to move along at a slow pace prodded by cumbth soldiers packing machine pistols. We had two kilometers to go to reach odenee concentration camp and we practically dragged ourselves along through the snow and the withering cold.

The gate opened up into a big barrack like building and above it we saw the Swastika and the Cumbagh Eagle meticulously crafted hkt bronze. We were prodded and kicked through the gate and then counted four by four. If anybody lagged cumbatth a solid Prussian boot in the behind provided immediate encouragement. When cumbwth had all passed through the lasies the cubmath ranks were facing another gate and the whole ceremony was repeated, thus we passed several more uot and each time we were counted Germans are a very sant and methodical people to eventually pass through a large factory complex and reach the final gate leading into the living quarters compound.

To get to this gate one had to cross a perimeter minefield, which bordered a moat, and a 6-meter high wall festooned with electrified barbed wire surrounding the entire area. It should also be mentioned that tall stone watch towers were located every 50 meters along the wall. The machine guns in these towers were manned night and day and effectively covered every inch of ground inside the compound. Furthermore one had to consider that the factory complex totally surrounded the prison compound, so a successful escape from the compound left another 5 walls to go equally equipped alert guards and electrified barbed wire.

Under these conditions escape was doomed to failure. Having passed the gate and the inevitable tally we trudged down one the camp streets and entered a barrack used as a reception area for new prisoners. Here we deposited our sick comrades in one end of the room and stretched out ourselves on the floor enjoying the freedom of being able to lie flat again in spite of the cold. In several places the floors were covered with a layer of ill smelling ground water and in spite of all the warnings some weak souls could not resist drinking it.

We dug in with a vengeance, but I found to my horror that I simply could not chew the bread. My teeth had loosened so much that I could have plucked them out one by one and my gums were very sore. I gave Manne half of my bread and crumpled up the remainder sufficiently to swallow without chewing. I had started this venture with no luggage at all and my outfit was really in a sorry state. Only long-term prisoners were eligible for this exalted position. I struck up a conversation with one of them and he turned out to be a pleasant chap, a young Dutchman who had been in Dachau for 8 years.

He told me that compared to 2 years ago Dachau was now a regular paradise I found that hard to believe and he tipped me off on some current state of affairs conditions. They were sterilized and in most cases were young girls from respectable Polish families. Then he outlined the coming events. For the first 3 weeks we would be located in a quarantine barrack, if we managed that without getting ill we would be moved to the regular barracks by the way a preponderance of the barracks were classified as either quarantine or hospital barracks and start working in a factory or similar from 7 in the morning to 7 in the evening with 15 minutes for a dinner break.

Among the factories there was one that produced spare parts for aircraft and actually most were engaged in the armaments end of things. During the quarantine period I could expect some coffee in the morning, a bowl of soup at noon, and some coffee and grams of rye bread in the evening. Afterwards, when working, the ration was increased to grams of bread per day and a little more soup. Our conversation was conducted in German, which was the international language of the camp. After all these explanations he requested some tobacco, but I had to disappoint him with my story of the tobacco having run out a full week ago and that our last smoking venture consisted of 25 people sharing a pipe stuffed with the burnt out remnants from all the pipes available.

By the way, he did supply a few tips regarding the work. I never did manage to experience all these wonders seeing that I spent all my time in Germany under quarantine. Dawn had arrived and we noticed an L shaped building across from us. The part of the building closest to us housed the combined communal bathing room and gas chamber and the other branch was the camp kitchen. Painted on the roof of the building in large letters was the message: Never had I seen such a group of emaciated, miserable beings. They hobbled along coughing and with their breath rattling in their throats. We had a couple of degrees of frost and they were dressed in their thin prison uniforms, many were barefooted and the lucky ones wore open bath sandals.

There were 10 to 11 year old boys and oldsters in their seventies and eighties among them. By now we had a pretty good idea of the meaning of that particular phrase and tried to stand at attention as well as we could. The camp commandant and a couple of his adjutants entered. For a few moments he just looked us over and then asked the young Dutch Lagerpolizei where we were from. Having got this over with and tapping his riding whip against his smartly polished boots he launched himself into a loud lecture using a Bavarian dialect of German, which nobody could comprehend. Afterwards the whole thing was repeated by the Dutchman in regular German and translated by a Dane.

Also present were 3 Danish pastors housed in a special barrack where all imprisoned clergy ended up. One of these clergymen had been fetched to make a roll call and distribute prisoner numbers. Manne and I as usual ended up in the same group. We stripped and then handed over all our clothes, which were stuffed into bags. All this work and for that matter ALL work performed in the camp was done by prisoners, the general rule being that the more brutality they showed the higher was their rank and their power over their fellow inmates. We were permitted to keep one pair of shoes and our toilet gear, which in my case consisted of a piece of soap. Still naked we were herded into an adjacent room, which, with its large vats and containers, looked like a cross between a laboratory and a furnace room.

With the temperature still well below zero and on bare feet we waited. The hair was practically pulled off my head and I was in a melancholy mood as it fell to the floor lock by lock. In spite of everything I had to laugh at the sight of Manne, without hair he looked totally ridiculous. He did not seem to mind and contributed loudly to the merriment and it suddenly occurred to me that he was laughing at me rather then himself. Nowadays, when the barbers again earn good money trimming my locks, I am grateful that we were able to see the humor in the situation. Our sense of humor was the one thing we had going for us and the only one that the Germans could not entirely erase.

A closer study of this combined bathroom and gas chamber revealed the following. The area was about 20 meters long by 10 meters wide. The windows were airtight with opaque panes protected by solid wrought iron bars. Hanging from the ceiling was a piping system with about showerheads. Having gotten rid of all hair we paraded past a prisoner sitting on a stool with a bucket of Lysol in front of him. Elsewhere Lysol is used to disinfect cattle. He had a brush in his hand, dipped it in the Lysol and applied it liberally to all body parts previously sporting any kind of hair. It caused a burning sensation as it was applied and we hurried right along to get into a line of showers raining wonderful hot water.

We were hurried through the showering procedure and then were given a towel to dry ourselves off. Yes, we got a towel EACH! They had run out of prison uniforms and the costumes, which were handed out, were out of this world. I was handed a pair of shorts and a shirt, densely spotted with flea and lice excrement. Then a pair of stockings patched together from the remnants of five different pairs. Manne had been assigned a jacket that could wrap twice around him. I tried to brush my teeth at a faucet with my index finger. One of the guards considered this to be an unnecessary privilege and asked me to move on, using the normal gentle German phraseology.

I did not take the time to clarify his mistake but lined up with the rest of my group. When we were all lined up we marched across the announcement plaza and down a street lined with 20 barracks on each side. If we were in formation we were to keep going, but if single we should stop and stand at attention until the German had passed us. Of course the German would not acknowledge the greeting and would in fact only notice us if we transgressed these rules of behavior. It was this ceremony that inspired the Danish police men to create a song starting as follows: At this time the first of our comrades had already died.

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