The Death of a Russian Prisoner in a Flossenburg Camp

We were in a cattle cart, and there were people cross a bridge, and they were throwing in their sandwiches into the cattle car. The next day we arrived to a place saxon hausen, which was around berlin somewhere. And my brother, we were soak an wet, and my brother took hor shoes off, put on his head, and another one of our own grabbed his shoes and disappeared. He had lost his shoes. So you have to understand, i was left alone, my father, my brother and all the people that i was with. Already, they grew like your own family misery. But that wat then we stayed in this particular camp called flossemburg