"I was so absorbed with dreams of couscous with pork rinds that passed 28 stacks. Collected myself only at the twenty ninth!" [told old man Kravchenko, a cheerful Ukrainian, my coach of the work, unknown to me.]
[I stacked up the timber delivered by the carters. The work place was on the Lediga rivulet in the distance of about seven kilometres.
[In Suiga we, exile Bessarabians lived in a hut, side by side on a single plank bed, ate in the eatery where they twice a day gave us half a litre of thin broth costing 24 kopecks. If it was "meat" broth cooked with the bones of a dead horse it cost 76 kopecks. We got bread in the evening after the work on the roll...]