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Rumkowski has had a great idea about how to prevent workers at the bread cooperatives from eating all the bread. As of tomorrow each person will be issued with a two-kilogram loaf of bread every five days, so doing away with the weighing, cutting and eating of bread in cooperatives. Commissars in bakeries will be responsible for weighing the bread. What’s more, the private sale of wood stolen from fences, privies—any timber structures in the ghetto, in fact, that have not yet been torn down—is now prohibited. No one knows what’s going to happen, there’s been no coal ration for months, and the last time Rumkowski issued wood was at the beginning of February. So we have to make do with soup once a day, from the community kitchen we’re registered with, and even though there are extra potato rations, there is no way to cook them. There is more than one way to skin a cat! Starving to death is becoming a real possibility.

I registered at the school on Dworska Street today. There’s supposed to be some food at school, we won’t know exactly what until Friday. So I will be going to school again—if I don’t have a job, of course. I’d almost given up on it anyway. This will put an end to my aimlessness and also, I hope, to the philosophizing and depression which go with it.

I didn’t have any work today, but I ran to the shop every hour to see if the swedes had come.