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It is not easy, removing ruins of residential buildings and military installations by hand in a most primitive way. The whole daily regime meant a military way with very little food. We could barely move from exhaustion. A little relief was brought when sirens signalled the oncoming of aerial attacks. Then we dispersed, formed small groups (there were not bunkers to hide) and in the open we were making cigarettes from collected cigarette butts using pieces of old newspapers, glued them with our own saliva and passed it around. We were thankful even for an offer of any butt as we were convinced that cigarette smoke would suppress the craving of the stomach for food. And after the warning we continued removing concrete and masonry debris. It was true slavery.
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Weeks
and months went by and the eagerly expected end of war finally came. There
was no command, the unit just Markus
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| Markus has written another story about forced labour. |