In addition, Mr. L. brought along the latest issue of their News of the Jewish Government Council in Theresienstadt. It informed me in German about which transports are to receive mail, when my laundry is to be delivered, and about how the administration announced a competition, with German approval, to find names for Bastion III, the Sheep Pen, and two or three streets. The first prize is a can of sardines, the second a pound of flour, half a pound of sugar, and four ounces of Sana margarine. I took no interest in the third prize because Mr. L., as usual, attached the verdicts of our Jewish court, to let me know that they have a good firm hold on things. Piano recitals by Sommer-Herz will take place in the caf , Hauptstrasse No. 2, Chopin on Friday and Beethoven on Saturday.
Fuel is to be conserved, of course.
I count on getting cold food and on putting up with cold water at the baths. Through the trees, the insane asylum built out of red brick looks like a bakery. Farther away is the Delousing Station, with a tall chimney and still farther along, the post office. At one time the cavalry regiments of Empress Maria Theresa rode through the large barracks yard of the insane asylum. Juicy stories are told about Maria Theresa, how she took her pick of the soldiers and, when not enough soldiers or officers could be found, was inclined to choose horses.