Status Updates From Droga powrotna

I envy her her simple existence and ask her more and more questions. I should like to ask everyone who is here, so laughing and gay, how he lives. Perhaps among them is one who could tell me something that would help me.

The dancer has dressed. In cloak and hat she looks quite strange. Before she was a lithe animal, now she is like the others again. One would hardly believe that it is necessary only to put on a few bits of clothing to make such a difference. Most strange it is, how clothes do change people! and uniforms more than all.

In the war, she has seen only a pack of wild beasts, threatening the life of her child. It has never occurred to her that this same threatened child has been just such another wild beast to the children of yet other mothers.

The men here are quite different from us out there. I feel as cumbersome as a tank and comparison. They behave as if they were sitting in a shock window and talk as if they were on a stage.