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Sonia S.
(English translation) And we also worked in another … in another kitchen where people worked and the food was made for the Germans and the prisoners. There were pots over a fire that were really high…with ladders and to clean them or serve from them we had to climb up on the ladder, that's how tall they were. So we made noodles with milk, sweet for the Germans. And after serving them to wash out a pot we had to get inside it, we took everything out and we had a few more portions to eat. We could also wash ourselves with hot water there in the kitchen. There was an old German that took care of us and so that was our luck so to speak to still be alive because we had food to eat. And sometimes we had to feed the prisoners who would stand in line. Each one had a little can and with a big spoon we had to give each one a portion of food. Sometimes someone you knew would say, "Give me a little more." And you would put a little more and it would get messy because the person behind would say, "give me more too," and another would yell out, "more," and a fight would break out that in the end you couldn't do those things. Now the food in the concentration camp was very bad. The men that worked got a piece of crumbly bread. The soup was usually made with potato skins. Potato skins are not good to eat.
La transcripción completa
Y después aparte trabajábamos en otro…en otra cocina que era donde la gente trabajaba y se hacía comida para los alemanes y para los prisioneros. Eran unas ollas sobre fuego ya altas sobre…con unas escaleras y usted para lavarlas o para servir la comida teníamos que subir sobre escalones, así altas eran. Entonces hacía fideos con leche, dulce para los alemanes. Y después de servirles para lavar una olla nos metíamos adentro, sacábamos todo y teníamos más porciones para comer. Nos podíamos lavar con agua caliente allá en la misma cocina. Había un alemán viejo que nos cuidaba y así que digamos eso era la suerte de quedar con vida porque teníamos de comer. Ahora a veces teníamos que dar de comer a los prisioneros que se ponían en fila. Cada uno tenía una latita y con un cucharón se tenía que dar una porción a cada uno. A veces un conocido decía, "Ponéme un poquito más." Y uno le ponía un poco de más y ya se hizo un lío porque el que iba atrás dijo que "a mí también más" y el otro gritaba "más" y se hacia un escándalo que uno al final no podía hacer esas cosas. Ahora la comida ya en el campo de concentración era muy mala. Los hombres que trabajaban tenían un pedazo de pan que se desgranaba. La sopa mayormente se hacía con cáscara de la papa. La cáscara de papa es muy fea para comer.