Talked to a group of women peasants; “We’re starving. Two months we’ve hardly had bread. We’re from the Ukraine and we’re trying to go north. They’re dying quietly in the villages. Kolkhozes are terrible. They won’t give us any tickets and we don’t know what to do. Can’t buy bread for money.

A chicken was 20 rubles. Milk - 3 rubles a litre.

I dropped orange peel into spittoon. Peasant picked it up and ate it. Later apple core. Man speaking German, same story “Tell them in England, Starving, bellies extended. Hunger