and ilda didn't even feel like having it. and then one night we were again out in the meadow snowing or raining raining, and a very dear friend of mine, her name is hanga keller. she lives in israel. she had two potatoes. i devoured mine i was so hungry and ilda said i'm not hungry. she said to me you eat it. i thought maybe she will feel better letter and i said i will hold it for you. and she said she was thirsty and i went to try to get water for her and an ss man came and kicked her and she said why? and then i tried to catch some water in my hand for her and 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, and she said if my parents survive don't tell them how i died. then she said something else. she said to me you have to promise me that you're going to go on for one more week. a week was a very long time. and she said promise. and i said i'll try. then daylight broke and there was some blossoms on the trees, and i have gone