Tag #117547 - Interview #100491 (Frida Zimanene)

We had a hard life, like all evacuees. The bread ration was not enough [18]. There were times, when I got bread and ate it all on my way home. Our landlady, who had a pretty good husbandry, was very stingy. She had no compassion at all. She dried bread in the loft for her husband and son who were to be drafted into the army. We made a hole there and snitched rusks without any twinges of remorse.