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the senior corporal ordered
great bowls of cabbage soup and loaves of black bread. The
stuff stank of decayed vegetation, but I managed to get it
down, as I was so hungry. I thought of the "soup" we had
had in the Japanese Prison Camps, where bits of gristle spat
out by the Japanese, and food which they left was collected
and made into "soup" for the prisoners.
With a meal inside us, we were ready to leave. A corporal
ordered more bread and three copies of Pravda. We
wrapped our bread in the papers, first being sure that we
did not desecrate any pictures of Stalin in the process, and
then returned to the railway station.
The wait was terrible. Six hours in the freezing cold,
sitting on a stone platform. Eventually we were all herded
into a weary old train, and set off for Kiev. That night I
slept propped up between two snoring Russian soldiers.
There was not room for any of us to lie down, we were
jammed in very tightly. The hard wooden seats were un-
comfortable, and I wished that I could sit on the floor. The
train jolted on, coming to a creaky halt, so it seemed, every
time I had just managed to go to sleep. Very late the follow-
ing night, after a painful journey of some four hundred and
eighty miles or so, we drew into a second-rate station at

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Kiev. There was much bustling, much shouting, and we all
marched off to the loc