There again we were waiting for a few hours before they packed us tightly, like sardines, into freight cars, forty plus men in each.
During the day it became hot and then hotter and it was downright impossible to breathe. We were sitting naked on the bunks, all soaked with sweat. I couldn’t even bring myself to look at my neighbour and each time he made a move I shuddered with revulsion. His body was sticky, flabby and shaky and lice were crawling across him like ants. Before we left, the soldiers threw a pack of herrings into the car and by noon we started moving. I had never eaten raw herrings before, and it was a thing good that I couldn’t bring myself to eat them this time. I say it was good because for the next three days they didn’t give us even a drop of water…
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