Chapter 42I rolled up my uniform and carefully stowed it in the bottom of my rucksack. Now I wore cotton trousers, a work shirt and a rough-hewn wool jacket. We'd managed to buy some clothes for Simmy that fit him a little better and didn't hang from his emaciated frame. Although tired much of the time, he began to recover his strength, eating more and putting on a little weight. No longer did he look like the dead awakened but now had the appearance of someone who had suffered severe privation. But there were few in the aftermath of the war of whom it could be said they looked shiny and fat.
At this time, the borders between Poland and Germany were virtually non-existent, loose sentry points where guards waved the straggling masses through. As people moved from place to place, many retur
