Under the pretense of holding a consultation about a patient whose illness required a specialist’s advice, he smuggled me out.
Outside the camp, a member of a foreign resistance movement was to supply us with uniforms and documents.
At the last moment there were some technical difficulties and we had to return to camp once more.
We used this opportunity to provide ourselves with provisions—a few rotten potatoes—and to look for a rucksack.
We broke into an empty hut of the women’s camp, which was vacant, as the women had been sent to another camp.
The hut was in great disorder; it was obvious that many women had acquired supplies and fled.
There were rags, straw, rotting food, and broken crockery.
Some bowls were still in good condition and would have been very valuable to us, but we decided not to take them.
We knew that lately, as conditions had become desperate, they had been used not only for food, but also as washbasins and chamber pots.
(There was a strictly enforced rule against having any kind of utensil in the hut. However, some people were forced to break this rule,
especially the typhus patients, who were much too weak to go outside even with help.)
While I acted as a screen, my friend broke into the hut and returned shortly with a rucksack which he hid under his coat.
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