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"I went out again and went to the block where my children were. They were only skin and bone, unrecognizable. They lay there, one can say, already dying. And so I said to my father, bring the children to the sick bay, bring the children in, I said, I will see what I can do. Had they come in there earlier, it might have made a difference. And so my father brought in the eldest the next day, she was ten. And when I saw her, she could not speak a word anymore. She only lay there, her eyes open, and not a word. Could only lie there, was more dead than...only breathed. So I spoke to her... then she died. They simply threw her there, with the other corpses. My own child.
And so one after the other. The one, she
was six, was already dead when I came there. I did not see her anymore.
Not long after, the other one died too. They were only skin and
bones. Skin and bones, nothing else, one could count the ribs. The
eyes so deep in the head. The children were dead, all three."