The Allied armies are penetrating deep into the heart of Germany. A lengthy freight train is moving slowly along the line from Passau to Munich, with thousands of exiles packed into its cars. They have been shut up there for twenty-one days now. All praise be yours, my Lord, through Sister Earth, our mother.
Night has fallen, the train rolls on.
We do not know. The horrible nightmare is beginning. No room to stretch out a leg. This very morning, we were still in Buchenwald, waiting for a liberation that seemed very near. We had waited all through the winter, amid hunger and cold, hard work, and death.