Talked to a group of women peasants [at station]; “We’re starving. Two months we’ve hardly had bread. We’re from Ukraine and we’re trying to go north. They’re dying quietly in the villages. Kolkhozes are terrible. They won’t give us any [train] tickets and we don’t know what to do. Can’t buy bread for money.”
I dropped orange peel
in spittoon. Peasant
picked it up, ate it. Later apple
core. Man speaking German same
story “Tell them in England, Starving, bellies extended. Hunger”