a dear friend of mine, her name is helga, she came by and brought two potatoes. i don't know where she found it. i remember i devoured it mine, i was so hungry. ilse said, i'm not hungry. i could not believe it. she said to me, you eat it. i said, maybe she will feel better later. i kept it. i said i will hold it for you. she said she was thirsty and i went to try to get water for her. the ss men came and kicked her and she said, why? i tried to catch some water in my hand for her. she said something incredible. she said, i'm not angry at anyone. i hope no one is angry at me. and then she said to me, you are going to survive. she said, if my parents survive, don't tell them how i died. then she said something else. she said, you have to promise me that you are going to go on for one more week. a week was a very long time. she said, promise. i said, i will try. when daylight broke, there were blossoms on the trees. i had gone earlier and got a blossom for her to smell. the blossoms were all dead probably from her fever. when the sun got up -- it was awful for her.