is better not described. Who knows how many days we will have to spend in the wagon. Now the door is open and there’s air coming in, but when the door is closed. The whole afternoon passed with loading the wagon, we prepared water. Kitty was not with us, she went with the hospital train. We travelled together with the leather monger Mór Neumann from Galánta, with Vilmos Stern and his family, Aunt Helen, Dávid Sapira and with a family from Érsekújvár in one wagon. My grandmother from Sellye was also with us. In the afternoon, onions and candles were distributed in the wagon, plus bread for each person. At six o’clock, the wagons were sealed, and the train slowly started. It’s terribly hot, it is dark, and there is so little space that one can hardly sit. We think, one cannot bear this for even half an hour, but we’ve been told that the journey will take four days. We leave one train station after another. It is evening. I have to go outside, but it’s not possible, only the pot. One mustn’t look out of the windows, the water is getting fewer and fewer, we are tired. Thank God there are only a few small children in the wagon, and they cry. It’s getting totally dark. I sit down on my luggage, one can hardly call it a seat. There is pushing and cursing, so we think our wagon is the worst, and this is only the first night. I fall asleep on Mum’s knee. I wake up, because