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It was June 1942. It is boiling hot, we are all positively melting and in this heat I have to go on foot everywhere. Now I can fully appreciate how nice a tram is, but that is a forbidden luxury for Jews. Shank's pony is good enough for us....We are allowed to go on the ferry and that is about all, there is a little boat from the Jozef Israelskade, where the man took us at once when we asked him.
