Dece...
Holy shit!! Just this very moment I got it that quite for a while I kept to false dating. Nah! It is –
January 27
Dreams also full of war. This night
...ten-year-old fourth-graders of the Hndzristan Village School were keeping the front-line against the Vermacht troops ...
Morning at the Club. Ahlya described how her five year old boy didn't want to understand that one piece of bread is enough for one person.
Araic related about their training squad. They have only two guns for forty would-be phedayeesPHEDAYEE —
(Armenian borrowing from Greek) "freedom fighter".
and no maps of this country. For map-reading classes they use an odd map of some Belorussian region in it.
Rita asked me for a book to read. She'd rather have a love story.
After lunch, I was Arto's hand in the woodburner manufacture. However, perforation of the basement wall was mainly my concern.
By the combined efforts of the skilled (Arto) and unskilled (me) workforce the woodburner got duly produced and installed. Arto furnished the pipe-passage with a wooden frame and partly glazed it leaving a gap for the pipe only. Now they don't have to use an oillamp in the daytime down there.
Presently, the number of shelterers in this Underground is estimated at about three hundred people. May easily be so. They dwell in segregated compartments. Just like in ancient Sparta – barracks for males and barracks for females and kids.
Supper. One page.
The water-walk was stupendously short today; when passing the neighbor quarter—the starting leg in my long and winding rout to the far-off water-head—I saw there was no queue at their street water-hose.
So, let's call it a day and wish good night to all good, and evil, and those in-between, ones.
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