11 April 1945, 16:00
We only moved two hundred metres, into a farmstead. Here I had to part with my razor. They took from us our knives, shaving equipment, maps, compasses, and forks. So now I am left properly unshaven. Now I truly feel like a prisoner. This is where our fate will be decided, I think.
12 April 1945, 12:00
Again I only managed to sleep half the night, as the cold woke me. Someone had lit a fire nearby and I went over to warm myself. For breakfast we received a little bread and pea soup — though very watery. Around 10 o'clock. I desperately want to know what will become of us. This fate weighs heavily on me. I know nothing of anyone. What can have happened to poor Lajos, what became of him? Anti is certainly at home — unless he too has been taken away. Whenever I see a group of soldiers, I always look for them, but so far I have not managed to spot anyone. I met a lad from Szigliget, Gyuszi Kovács, on the 6th of April, but after I lost sight of him in the great crowd I couldn't find him again, so we didn't manage to stay together. Now the word going round is that everyone must have their hair cut. I regret this even more than the razor.
12 April 1945, 18:00
For supper we again received pea soup. We are still at the farmstead mentioned earlier; there are now some 25,000 of us. Another surprise: I ran into Miklós Jánka.