The Birkenhain Journal: February
I finally made it to Leipzig. It was stupid of me, so stupid, to try walking there this time of year. I really had hoped for no snow, but it was worse than ever. I’m lucky to have all my limbs. I’ve only barely warmed my hands enough now to write.
There are lots of other guys—and a number of girls, too—taking the train for the same reason as me. It must be even more desperate out there. They’ve reduced the cost to only a quarter of the usual price for Rostock and other bases.