We were so exhausted by
February that even dragging ourselves around in the plant was
painful. Family or friends wouldn't ever enter into our thoughts
anymore. Our overriding concern at all times was how we could scrape
together a little food, such as potato peels. The other slave
laborers in our section, especially the French, kept telling us that
it would only be a matter of weeks for the British to reach us. The
weeks did pass, very painfully, without the British liberating us.
There were Serbs, Czecks and Russians in the plant too, in addition
to the French and our contingent from Hungary. We talked only
secretly, for the female SS troopers who patrolled the area would've
sheared off our hair first, then shot us instantly, had they been
able to catch us.
There was hardly any
food left anywhere by March. We couldn't be made to work hard any
longer and stayed in our section of the facility around the clock,
not caring about the rules and regulations anymore. We slept on the
benches and worked as much as the ever dwindling supply of parts
permitted. Even a nail was hard to find anymore. The plant was to be
shut down around the 15th or 16th of March, although the official
line was that it would be switched over to producing some other type
of weaponry. The German workers seemed to believe it, for the Nazi
fanatics were spewing their lies so convincingly that they even
managed to deceive themselves.