Meanwhile the available space filled up with greater numbers of individuals, and even though the authorities brought us meals, none of us felt like consuming.
We cried, mentally bidding farewell to every of my loved ones users, whom We knew are not alive any longer. We did not question that we were holding the final hours of my entire life.
Then the wonder happened. The head of Haditch came to Sosnovka and told the policemen, “Release them all, let them go wherever they want to. in the evening” A peasant farmer took me personally to their home when it comes to evening.
Learning that i needed in order to make my solution to the leading lines to be able to go over into Soviet-controlled territory, a team of locals explained that i really could perhaps not get in direction of the Donbass, for there clearly was a famine here. Alternatively, they provided me with the true names of 13 villages that have been perhaps perhaps not yet occupied by the Germans, and encouraged us to follow this path in direction of Kursk.
