24 April 1945, 10:00
We are still in the wagon at Jánosháza railway station and have not yet set off anywhere. They've just brought bread now — one loaf for four men — but we haven't received ours yet. It would be good just to know where we are going. We might as well get moving since we're already here. And indeed we set off at 13:00. We went as far as Boba and then southward; we are now at Tüskevár station, waiting for something. In the meantime we also received lunch — bean soup — but I had already eaten my bread as I didn't expect to get anything. And here we spent the night as well.
25 April 1945, 09:00
I slept quite well; it wasn't cold in here, though we are quite cramped. This morning two men received one loaf of bread — issued for two days. I don't know what I will eat tomorrow. Bean soup again for breakfast. We set off at around half past nine; it is now 12 o'clock and we are in Ajka, waiting again. I heard we are being directed to Budafok. Towards evening we set off. Passing through Veszprém and Székesfehérvár, so that today is the 27th, it is 10 o'clock, and we are at the Ferencváros station in Budapest. So not Budafok after all. I don't know if or when there will be any release. Yesterday I had a high fever and felt very ill — perhaps from the poor food and the rattling of the train. I am very weak even now.
28 April 1945, 10:00
We are still here at Ferencváros station. Now the word going around is that we are heading to Debrecen. I wonder if it won't turn out to be Russia after all? I think it would be lovely to go and see Aunt Annus and Uncle-in-law — though they may already be home in Szigliget by now. It is dreadful in the wagon too. A person has no strength left to walk, just lies there, sleeps, sits, eats little and badly. I can see we will fall apart entirely. Towards evening the train set off and went all night. When we departed I heard we were heading to Szeged. It is now the 29th, about 11 o'clock, and we are in Kecskemét — already moving again. The noon bells are just ringing. What terrible feelings a person has — impossible to describe. To listen to the beautiful sound of the bells locked in a wagon, to look out at the beautiful green fields through barred windows. But I can't bear to look for long anyway, as the hunger makes my eyes swim — so I do what I always do: lie back down and wait for them to bring the delicious beans, since this morning we already received some, though it was inedible. You can imagine how bad it must have been if all these people — truly starving — couldn't eat it. We have made good progress; already at the next station we are stopped and waiting again.