I am in charge of the logistics column. We depart at 08:15 through Dachau. The buses are loading Danes and Norwegians from the camp, about 800 people spread over some twenty buses. Men and women who had been part of the resistance. The gift packages they receive are torn open immediately, and they eat the powdered milk straight with their hands. Sometimes they mix it with other items in the package, sardines and jam, shoving everything into one chaotic mix.
The medical staff warns them not to eat too much, but they are so incredibly hungry. We travel through the entire night with only brief, necessary stops. We drive in darkness with the lights extinguished. The driver grows tired. I drive myself by the light of the moon.