Months passed by like this,
with hard labor being the only constant event of our lives. Food
rations became smaller and smaller in the meantime, so it was a
miracle that we could still carry on. True, we were provided a half
liter of milk every day; except that it was given to us only because
it was the only known substance which could neutralize the poisons we
were exposed to all day. It would only mitigate the effects of the
poisons though, as we were in one state of sickness or another at all
times. Nevertheless, without it we'd have been dead a long time ago.
God knows, I might even be better off dead, though....
I myself became seriously
ill three times from poisoning. The third time I was so gravely ill
that I thought my lungs had been totally destroyed. I decided to end
my life then and there, instead of living with diseased lungs, if
that were to be my fate. I survived this time too, along with the
others. Twice, the large grenades we were assembling fell on my
hands. The third time I myself caused them to drop on my right hand
when I lost consciousness. Since then my hands forecast the weather
better than anyone could....