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 soldier in front and one in back, bajonet auf. The locals look at us as at wild animals.

The church is nice. The farmers' wives are in black, with white caps and clogs. I pray for my parents and for my happy return home.

A strange habit—during sacrifice, a boy walks around with a basket, and everyone takes a bit of white bread and eats.

We got lohnung  for 12 days. We had Fr2.40 in vouchers that we used to pay.

A barber comes and shaves us every Sunday.

After working hard all week, it's finally harvest. Harvesting wheat with obsolete sickles and tying it without wisps. We sweat a lot.

We worked at the neighboring farm for 3 days. The food was better there. We threshed on Saturday and got a great supper.

This country reminds of us Albania and the Arnauts again and again. The rooms, fireplaces, carts, ox yokes, and hip bands.

The people are not bad, and we would certainly have good times if we could communicate.

I weighed myself yesterday—63 kilograms.