I worked as a baker for about three weeks. We baked bread. We were 24 people. That work was real hell, of course: slaving from 2 a.m. until 2 p.m. No weekends, no holidays – each and every day! It was summer, the hottest season. We lived in tents. […] The tents were in the forest, so, on a meadow. Once I got out and saw that all the trees around were white, all the trunks were white! Well, we had been told that everything around was “glowing” because of radiation or something. We knew nothing after all! I came up to the commander and asked: “Are the pine-trees white because they are “glowing”? I mean there, behind the barbed wire?”. – “Oh, no, - he said. – That’s because they beat used flour sacks there”.