Ramona's diary

**Ramona's Diary** is a compilation of diary entries read by Anya Oliwa to B.J. Blazkowicz in Wolfenstein: The New Order. Although not stated directly, the diaries are implied to be written by Anya herself. This is evident by her description of her relationship with B.J., as well as references to stealing her mother's medicines (her mother is a pharmacist), and references to digging for relics and writing papers (she used to study archeology). The diaries provides Anya's back story, including why she has decided to join the resistance against the Nazis. On the picture where you read the diaries, what is written is "Należy do Anya" (proper Polish version spelling: "Należy do Ani") which in English means "Belongs to Anya".

The only problem with this is however that Anya's birthdate is September 6, and Ramona's birthdate is May 3. However, this discrepancy could be due to a deliberate attempt by Anya to hide her identity in the journal's content. It is possible that if Ramona is a different person, she is said to be Anya's cousin in the game, who has died.

## Entry #1

It's in Polish, but I'll translate. Ramona writes:

"May 11, 1940. I've only been back home for three days and now the Nazis

have arrived in town. They killed Jakub Brozek. He was shot in the head. His

horse was blocking the road. He taught me how to French kiss. I'm going to do

something about this situation."

## Entry #2

"May 12, 1940. The Nazis have taken over the police station. They are asking

local people to volunteer for service. I'm going to volunteer. I'm going to find a

way to kill them."

## Entry #3

"May 18, 1940. Daytime I care for the sick, working at the asylum. On the

evenings, I go to town to prepare supper for the Nazis at the police station. They

seem to trust me. I think I can lure one of them away. If I can get to a Nazi alone, I

think I can kill him. I have never killed anyone. I don't know how to fight or fire a

weapon. I will have to be smart about it. I miss the university. Perhaps, what I'm

about to do will be a learning experience."

## Entry #4

"June 25, 1940. The Nazi appears to have a very high opinion of his mother. I
learned this as a he was bleeding to death at the end of my knife at the outhouse

next to the bakery. "Mutti!", "Mutti!" he whimpered. My hands were shaking.

Nearly dropped my knife. I had told him I would kiss him and he let me lead him

outside. Into the night."

## Entry #5

"November 29, 1940. The Nazi appears to love his sausage. I learned this as he

kept on eating his supper even though the cyanide must have ruined the flavor.

His eyes rolled back, all white. Yet he kept chewing. The cyanide I stole from

mother's cabinet. At times I am struck with pangs of remorse. But then, I think of

Jakub Brozek."

## Entry #6

Ramona writes:

"May 2, 1941. The Nazi appears to become sleepy after climaxing. I learned

this as his little soldiers were leaking out of me onto his sheets. And his face

turned blue, from the rope applied to his neck in his slumber. Tomorrow is my

eighteenth birthday."

## Entry #7

"May 29, 1941. The Nazi appears to have been brought up lazy. I've learned

this when I outran three of them, carrying a crate of grenades. I think I'm

pregnant. I wish I knew how to use a gun."

## Entry #8

Ramona writes:

"July 6, 1941. The Nazi appears to be overly devoted to his police station. I

learned this while tossing grenades into the building. Seven grenades went in but

not a single Nazi came out. Does killing Nazis make me a murderer? Don't

know. Don't think so. I'm not a soldier, but this is what soldiers do. And I have to

steel myself from emotion, like a soldier does."

## Entry #9

"August 9, 1941. The Nazi appears to be highly gullible. I learned this as I

pretended I was drowning and he dove in to save me. Body armor and all. I had

only to apply the gentlest of pressures to push him until he stopped

struggling. I am pregnant. It's not showing but I think mother suspects. I've

decided to find an apartment for myself."

## Entry #10

"August 30, 1941. I have my own apartment, two floors above the bakery. I

can't leave this Nazi baby inside me anymore. It has to come out. I took some

pills from my mother's cabinet. They did not work. All they did was make me

sick."

## Entry #11

"September 3, 1941. The Nazi appears to be a reckless driver. I learned this

after I cut his brake line and his car went over a cliff, as he drove down the

mountain. I didn't see it happen, but there was a picture in the paper. I had a

friend at the university who successfully terminated her pregnancy, through

consumption of Pennyroyal oil. I have written her, for instructions."

## Entry #12

September 13, 1941. A letter arrived from London today. I have presumed a vial

of Pennyroyal oil. I have stolen some antibiotics from mother. I won't be coming

to work tomorrow."

## Entry #13

"September 14, 1941. Pain unbearable. Won't stop bleeding."

## Entry #14

Ramona writes:

"September 20, 1941. Still alive. The Nazi baby is gone. After the weekend I go

back to work. I have patients to tend to. I have Nazis to kill."

## Entry #15

"January 5, 1942. The Nazi appears to have poor reaction time. I learned this as

I ran him over at a red light. I don't know what came over me. It was in the middle

of the day and people were looking. I drove away as fast as I could. I have to

reduce the rate of my attacks, or they will catch me."

## Entry #16

"July 9, 1943. The Nazi appears to be made of bacon. I learned this as nine of

them burned alive inside a late night establishment. A lot can be accomplished

with padlocks and gasoline. Father could smell the gasoline on my coat. I lied to

him. He mustn't know what I have done. He's too sensitive."

## Entry #17

"July 4, 1944. The Nazi is a hopeless romantic. I learned this while smashing his

skull, using the hammer I had hid behind my back, as he knelt to pick up my

fallen glove. If I was a boy, father would have taught me how to handle a rifle.

But instead I was trained to nurse the afflicted, dig dirt for relics and write

papers. I wish I knew a soldier. He could teach me how not to feel remorse. He

would understand me."

## Entry #18

"September 23, 1946. A man came in today. Horrible head trauma. He has

scars all over him. He won't speak. No ones knows where he's from. I think he's a

soldier, but not a Nazi. I wish he could talk to me. He has a strength about him."

## Entry #19

"July 10, 1948. The war is over. The Nazis have declared victory. People are

celebrating the peace. I can't stop crying. For me, this war is never ending."

## Entry #20

"November 16, 1951. The Nazi appears to have a hot temper. I learned this as I

attempted to smash his head with a flower pot I dropped from my apartment

window. Sadly, I missed. He had friends nearby. They broke my door down. I

said it was an accident but they gave me a black eye and spit on my dress. I

want people on my side I can rely on. My grandparents are on my side. But they

are not fit to fight."

## Entry #21

"July 17, 1955. The Nazi appears to be choosy bachelor. I learned this as we

sat on a picnic blanket in the meadow lands. He said he would kiss me, if I

bleached my hair blonde. I was nauseated by his request. But as long as I smile

and hide the hate, no one is suspicious of me. So he drank the wine I spiked with

sedatives. And I rolled him down a shallow grave."

## Entry #22

"December 24, 1956. My heart is breaking. Friends I've known my whole life

have all become Nazis. Mother and Father are not happy about it, but they

comply rather than resist. I feign my smile and act cheerful, but I have started to

resent my own parents. I am 33 years old. I am all alone in the world."

## Entry #23

"May 6, 1957. I should keep fighting. But who is there to fight? Everyone is a

Nazi now. Or at least they pretend to be. I can no longer tell the difference."

## Entry #24

"August 28, 1960. Deathshead's men are coming by the asylum every other

week. They are taking people that have been in my care for years. I look the

other way. I hate them. I hate myself for giving up. But I can't fight alone

anymore. I watch the man with the scars. I whisper things to him. Sometimes I

can see some part of him awake. I wonder if he can see me. I will not let them

take him."

That was the last entry, William. Some of the things in this diary happened a

long time ago. And some of them may have happened to me. I miss you. I

missed you a long time before I met you.