19 August 1945, 09:00
Dear brothers and sisters Lajos, Ilus, and dear Grandmother! I greet you all with love on the occasion of your name day — somewhat belated — from an immeasurable distance away. God grant you long life! Dear brother Lajos, where can you be? Are you suffering as I am, or perhaps you are suffering no longer? May the dear Lord deliver us all from this suffering. I know you think of me often, but there is not a moment when you are not in my thoughts. I was on the sick list for 5 days in a row and was discharged today. I lay in the infirmary room. At the moment I feel well enough, though weakly. Today is Sunday again — it should be a rest day, but instead of resting, work is being done here in the quarters today: the bricklayers are cleaning it up so it won't be so cold in winter. And that's how they encourage us now — lovely.
2 September 1945, 12:00
The past week was very bad — my leg was very ill. I lay in the infirmary again for a week and a half. My highest fever was 39.6. I felt very poorly, but thank God I have recovered. By the time I need to go home, I will be healthy. Some good news: a Russian officer announced here in the camp that we will be going home in the near future. This news kindled new strength and a little cheer in everyone, myself included. Now we wait — impatiently — for the day when the steam train sets off with us towards our poor homeland. At this very moment they are beginning to distribute lunch; I will stop here. Cabbage soup — which it has been for the past few weeks without fail.
11 September 1945, 11:00
Today I am again on the sick list, still with my leg. On Sunday the 9th I was very ill — I think that was the day when our village fair takes place at home, though I can't be certain; it may be on the 16th. The dear Lord did not allow me to spend this one at home either. I don't know when the day will come that we too begin to stir, as apparently the transport has already started. I am suffering terribly with my leg. And my poor Mother and siblings — how much and where are they suffering?