Berga An Den Elster "Heraus! Heraus!" We could hear them scream outside the stalags. The work must have been slow that day because of the deaths happening around us. People were falling down due to lack of food and water. Even if we got water it wasn't clean; they made us boil it ourselves. The filthy air of the tunnels makes us even sicker. George died last night. I think it was the combination of both dysentry and malnutrition. I'm suffering from that as we speak. "If I make it out alive I will make them all pay," is what I keep telling myself. They haven't caught me yet. The existence of this journal is to be kept a secret, for now. It is of grave importance that people read about our horrible experiences. People need to know about George and Sal. "They" should know about them. Take a good look, This is your home now. Stalag XI-B recommended by the Führer, slaves of the Reich, Disingenuity we do not allow. Stripped of all your pride, Your cries will be in vain, For your misfortune you will be tried, This new home will teach you pain. © Ceyda Gundogan 2017