I’ve been dealing with the backlog almost all day. I’m hungry as hell, because there is already no trace after my bread that was supposed to last till Tuesday inclusive. I comfort myself with the fact that I’m not the only one in this matter. However, it is hard to stop myself, the weakness is sometimes troubling me so much that I have to eat and bread disappears. And then, the torment is even bigger. It’s a shame but there is nothing we can do. Evidently, here is our grave.
Dawid Sierakowiak, 24th May 1941, Łódź.
“The Diary of Dawid Sierakowiak”, Warsaw 1960, diary from JHI collection