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In the morning we pull into Kalisz, but everyone’s being evacuated from there as well. Our train is chased by German planes all day long. I wasn’t scared of them until I saw what they could do. I saw charred skeletons in burned-out trains—they were people once. I saw people with no arms and legs, I saw a head roll into a ditch, I saw human insides hanging off telephone wires. When you hear the moans of the dying, and children crying, and then just moments later you see a plane right above you drop its bombs, well all you can do is wait for death. You no longer care about the dying, or the orphans. It’s them today, but it might be your turn tomorrow. I got very sad thinking I might have to die far away from the people I love. That was the only thing I cared about.

There have been funny scenes today too. Every time we got bombed this young couple jumped off the train and ran into the potato fields, because someone had apparently told them to get at least 300 metres away from the train when there’s a raid. So every time the train started moving again, they had to run as fast as they could to get back on. We stayed the night in Sieradz.