We woke up very early and marched for 11 hours; now we are getting ready to move again. My clothes are still damp. It is an exhausting march again; we are climbing 1,000 m to the village of Fourka.
Along the way, for the first time, I saw a dead Italian soldier and my hair stood on end. I thought of his parents, his brothers and sisters, his wife, who were all waiting for him while he lay flung on a mountainside in Epirus, to complete the part of the unknown soldier.
It is possible that we might meet the same fate.
Four hundred thousand Jews, a third of the Warsaw population, were finally sealed off in their ghetto on the 15th November 1940. They were imprisoned behind newly erected brick walls, sealing them off in the poorest part of the city. Ordinary Poles were not allowed to enter. Suddenly even illicit access to food and other resources became much more difficult. Now, hidden from witnesses, the German persecution became even more murderous.