‘24.IX.39. (Sunday)
It’s getting worse and worse. We are living in a warehouse now because the whole apartment was taken by two officers and servants. It was on the erev of Yom Kippur. We didn’t eat anymore. We had to move all the stuff into the warehouse. We have a bed and a couch here and we fit in somehow. Daddy’s sleeping on the ground (…)
Hope it doesn’t get any worse. Sadly, it looks like it might be.
They say the Russians have already occupied Polish land as far as Lviv and are going further. I hear there’s to be a border strip here, but you never know, everyone says differently.
Warsaw stands firm still and so does Lviv, they say (…)
We don’t know what’s going on right now. Apparently, Russia occupies Polish territory with the consent of Germany, at least that is what everyone is saying, but is it true…?
I hear terrible things are happening in Przemyśl. They shoot at Jews with no mercy. Many are taken away beyond the San without any provisions. In Jarosław, everyone must surrender the silver they have to the magistrate.
It’s a lot worse out there than at our place.
I just wish I could go to America.
The end.’