then there was the long road, brest warsaw tedious waiting at crossings in overcrowded wagons for cattleracks of the transit concentration camp we were driven there. the source along the way, the girls became friends and became inseparable. now they prayed for only one thing, if only the owners would take them away together. another burger came up, examined the woman for a long time, shook his head , bargained with the guard, and finally agreed to pick it up. after standing for a while, thinking, i approached the girl, appreciating her nodded, i take this one with my head to the guard. but a girl literally clung to her, who did not want to let go of a strong plop, and so it turned out that the child was crying bitterly on the ground. the guard, he did not hide his irritation, the day was drawing to a close, but on the site is not a hot commodity, with which it is not clear what to do. by the way, bauer, who appeared very, by the way, examined the child for a long time, shrugging his shoulders. finally, the wagon arrived. a german woman has arrived, a woman, and be bored. he already picke