Beef for Friendship
When we arrive at our housing after various work-projects, we had to go through strict inspection of our health and possessions. I had one Soviet soldier who was especially friendly with me. He always made sure to include me in the task of carrying water, and he was so nice to stick in some beef in my duffle bag after the inspection was over.
How much it saved me from exhaustion ! The caring look of such Soviet soldiers
in their eyes is something I cannot forget.
From December 1945 to March 1946.