Soon after that we had to register for ‘Kennkarten’, identity
cards, stamped with a large J. J for JEW. How a single letter could change
everything. We needed those cards to get our ration books, but our rations were
meagre, a tiny fraction of those of the non-Jewish population. Two loaves for
the German, one loaf for the Pole, a slice for the Jew. Mother’s soups grew ever
more watery by the day. We could not get milk or eggs and never any meat.
Clearly the German master plan was to starve us, kilogram by kilogram.
From The Puppet Boy of Warsaw by Eva Weaver.
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