We have noticed one interesting thing—there are really many who have ranks. People who were privates in Serbia are corporals and sergeants today, and former corporals are feldwebels now. We call them "Albanian ranks."
March 21
We can recognize sergeants—they have June ribbons on their caps, but you can also tell them by their large bellies. They get extra mangiare[1] and 20 cts. daily. Those who can speak a bit of Italian have golden times here.
In our Sinai there is one Serb narednik[2] who beat several prisoners to death on the way through Albania. He never gets out of the tent, or else he'd get beaten.
March 24
They vaccinate us against cholera now that four quarters of us are behind the cemetery wall. It is getting hotter during the day.
March 26
The Italians keep on building one house after another. We carry bricks, stones, and planks. Some get mail from home, mostly those who are Jewish. We had a visit today: three pretty ladies. All the camp was upside down—it has been almost 5 months since we saw a woman (except for hooded Turkish women and ugly Albanians).
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