Fallingbostel, Germany
Fallingbostel, GermanyPeter Wolf, also known as Piotr Zdanek, sat behind a rickety table covered in lists.
“Name?” he asked in Russian.
The man’s shoulders slumped. “Dmitri Bylikov.”
“Nationality?”
“Russian.”
Peter checked the appropriate box. “Rank?”
“Private.”
Peter nodded, jotting down the rest of the information on the list and putting a number beside it. “Russenlager. Go to the next table and they’ll assign you a blanket and mess kit.” He handed the newcomer a piece of cloth with the letters “KG”, which stood for Kriegsgefangener, prisoner of war. “And put this on the back of your tunic.”
RussenlagerKriegsgefangenerThe Russian prisoner barely raised his head as he took the sign and trotted off to the next table.
Peter had been at the camp in Fallingbos
