My impressions of San Pedro de Cardena
(1)
Liberty at last all that it 
means. for the present one hates 
to think of the past. yet to remove 
false impressions of conditions in 
the concentration camp is our first 
consideration for our comrades left 
in prison their. We arrived at night
hungry + exhausted from the journey. and 
old convent was to be our home for how 
long we knew not. unloaded + searched
we passed under its 
grim portals. long corridors poorly lighted.
the cement floor for a bed + our jackets
for a covering. later we were issude 
old mattresses + blankets alive with 
lice and fleas. and so began an 
existence which I hope never to 
experience again. Poor food regimentations
+ beatings were things we had to 
endure for our whole stay their
the latter worsening with the 
arrival of 3 sargeants. sadists with 
out a trace of humanity.