Bergen-Belsen, a horrifying concentration camp. I speak with Irma Grese, the camp director of this hell. Strict, precise, cold. We leave the poor prisoners we brought from Neuengamme. We were supposed to pick up 24 Danes and Norwegians. Thirteen were dead, and the rest were in very poor condition. They had typhus and lice. One person died while we were moving him from the camp into the ambulance. The guards roared and shouted.
On the way home, we drove through Hamburg, a distressing sight. Entire blocks had been completely bombed out, crushed. We passed piles of rubble, dead people, and animals. We arrived back at the Neuengamme camp at 12 o’clock.