No, that wasn't the spirit in which I expected to find my countrymen! Despondency reigned everywhere, everyone was disanimated.
For the first time, I felt not wanted, completely not wanted. At night on the road I was needed because of my eye for the ground and acute twilight vision. Now, they couldn't let me have even a mug of boiled water! I came out in the yard, lied down in the sun, drew the blanket over my head from mosquitoes and fell asleep. The French say, one who is sleeping is having dinner.
[Lotar elatedly told that he had eaten potatoes and milk. I lied that I had also eaten without telling I only ate a slice of bread I brought along.]