Summer 1949
Summer 1949Christmas came and went, but everybody was too exhausted to notice. Winter passed and summer chased away the brutal cold. The prisoners planted vegetables to supplement their diet, repaired their barracks, and made small embellishments here and there.
Since the plenni didn’t have reliable information, they lived purely on the plentiful rumors. Every other week one of the men spread the latest gossip about a general amnesty for prisoners of war, gleaned from reading between the lines of a Pravda article or an overheard conversation between two guards.
plenniPravda Sometimes miracles happened and German POWs were transferred away, either home or to another camp. The Soviets never gave an explanation and the prisoners didn’t dare ask.
Johann lived day by day, making
