- 1942, October 29, Thursday toward evening – At the Community I then made an application for three shirts, since mine are literally worn through and hanging in tatters. I called on Reichenbach in his office and on Frau Reichenbach in her sickroom. I walked back along Gerokstrasse and Fiedlerstrasse, again by way of the cemetery, in order to tell Steinitz that we were keeping Saturday afternoon free for him. **p159
- 1943, February 18, Thursday late afternoon – We live almost exclusively from our shrinking store of potatoes; vegetables not classified as “scarce commodity” are hardly to be found. So, yesterday in a shop in Gerokstrasse, the shopkeeper, woman in her forties, is already known to me as accommodating. In the shop a couple of women customers, one of them a gray-haired woman of the people, perhaps the mother of a married tram conductor. She is very fond of her big brown boxer dog, relates how he flees to granny, when he should get a thrashing, and she strokes him, etc. I probably win her heart when I say a few friendly words about boxers in general. **p201
- 1943, September 24, Friday morning – Yesterday evening I also became a little friendly with Steinberg, the whisperer, whose vocal cords were damaged in a concentration camp. We walked home together in profound darkness (by way of Gerokstrasse). Nevertheless: The whole thing, I can think of no other word for it, is dreary. I am often very depressed, as yesterday morning. Later my spirits were roused again by the latest war news. The military bulletin is catastrophic; the little threadbare disguise worse than naked confession. **p262
Source:
- ** I Will Bear Witness, Volume 2: A Diary of the Nazi Years: 1942-1945, Victor Klemperer, Publisher : Modern Library; Illustrated edition
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