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Every day I have trouble choosing the right adjectives to describe the intensity of the siege. The words “today was even worse than yesterday” do not say much and I know that one day when I read again what I wrote, I will not be able to assess the entire siege correctly.

Nevertheless, I have no doubt that today was much worse than ever. The same gunfire, the same demolition and incendiary bombs... only on a much larger scale.

Yesterday the road to Zwierzyniec was full of military vehicles until 11 p.m., and in the direction of Błonie, near the hospital, there were cavalry units. Then suddenly it all got quiet.

Before noon, the road to Zwierzyniec was crowded with soldiers. In the afternoon, it got empty once again - apart from a few cars and motorcycles. At 9 p.m. Germans have finally left Szczebrzeszyn. They are still saying that the Bolsheviks are coming. I still can't believe it.

Today's enemy air raid that destroyed the city with extraordinary fury using all means available has undoubtedly been calculated to ignite fear and panic among the population of the capital in order to break their spirit.

According to the information obtained, these are their last attempts before the German bombers fly off to the western front.

The extraordinary intensification of the raid and the number of bombers involved confirm this information.

The destruction of our Capital City is a fait accompli. Nothing worse can happen to us anymore. In the name of God and our Homeland, we shall survive. See more

The lights are on only in the city centre – other streets, such as Karmela Długa, remain in the dark. We were told stories about starving Germans, but their soldiers turned out to be sturdy fellas, well-fed and equipped.

The city is slowly getting calmer and more normal. Soldiers wander around unarmed. Refugees from all corners of Poland are still coming back; those crowds that fled in terror, blocking the army march. They tell us that the Prosecutor's Office transported their files in a hearse and the Board of Education removed their files on dinghies and, unfortunately, drowned the files in the Vistula River. The poor scouts abandoned their quarters in Śląska street in a complete disorder. 

I come back from school after five, do some of my homework, and go to the Grodzenskis' to listen to the evening bulletin in Polish from London. It has become my daily routine. After the bulletin we discuss it, and our discussions always end with sighs. The war is not going very well. Russia has already taken over 60 percent of Poland's land, and, in addition, it has extended its control to Estonia. Warsaw is in ruins, there is no water or food there; it will fall any day, while the French are still grinding on the Siegfried Line. Tomorrow Ribbentrop is going to Moscow on Stalin's invitation. Apparently, they will divide Poland between themselves.

Such is the diagnosis that the Duce has made of the Russian intervention invoked by Germany. He is more than ever convinced that Hitler will rue the day he brought the Russians into the heart of Europe. They have two weapons that make them still more terrible: pan-Slavic nationalism, with which they can bring pressure on the Balkans, and Communism, which is spreading rapidly among the proletariat all over the world, beginning with Germany itself.

The atmosphere created by Polish refugees in their own circles and in the circles of local Poles, especially landowners, is not healthy; it is unpleasant. These people, upset and scared, spread terror around. There are, admittedly, people among them who have preserved a sober judgment and perspective, but most of them are focused on their own worries and misery, and the dominant emotion is fear. This fear is contagious, infecting everyone with whom they interact.

They are defeatists. Of course, they already see the Bolsheviks in Lithuania. This is their never-ending nightmare. The question of whether the Soviets will seize Lithuania is the most vital for them: it would not only make their escape impossible but would also be a threat to their personal safety.

In the morning, the Speakers of the Sejm and Senate and the President of the Supreme Chamber of Control left the country, having received special financial directives to Bucharest, signed by the Prime Minister.

We decided to set off tomorrow and first to go to Płock to Kuzikowski, then back home. God knows if that’s the right thing to do. We have already taken so many unreasonable decisions that this may also prove disastrous

We left for Berlin at 8:00 a.m.

We had lunch in Szczecin, in the meeting room of the Pomeranian nobility. I was sitting next to Captain d'Albedylla. He boldly cursed the party and said that regardless of the result of the war, the soldiers would come back home and end this misery, even if (God forbid) the Germans would emerge victorious from the fight.

We were traveling by highway for the last hundred kilometers. Fearful diplomats stopped being afraid and started acting like gangsters. They don't keep in line with the convoy. Many of them are driving as if it wasn't an evacuation but a Grand Prix race.

I came back from Deauville this morning. It’s all quiet in the countryside. No sight of war.

I had to open the restricted account. Running around, expenses, obstructions. A blessing to be able to stay at home all day yesterday, Sunday. After an interruption of many days able to write a page of the Curriculum again.

From today cards for bread. Chocolate confiscated.

Colonel-General Fritsch, until a few months ago commander-in-chief of the army, fell outside Warsaw on September 22. A few lines of obituary, tiny little picture, details merely in passing and trivialized. Eva and I placed the same question mark independently of one another.