The Pit and the Trap: A Chronicle of Survival
Leyb Rochman
1949
Today is Wednesday, February 17, 1943. Exactly twelve weeks have passed since we went into hiding here at Felek’s. Twelve weeks are eighty-four days and, if my arithmetic is correct, 2016 hours. That’s my count. All of us are constantly reckoning the time. We count even the individual minutes and seconds.
Felek hid us as soon as we arrived here…
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