[undated entry]
After a wonderful two-day voyage on the luxury steamship Città di Tunisi [City of Tunis], we arrived in Rab at 4 o’clock in the afternoon; debarking lasted until 5 o’clock. Then we were taken by trucks to the camp that was to us as yet unknown. [We were] still in a good mood, until we saw the barracks. When we arrived, commotion started, [since people] wanted to get a room, because there were few of those, and people did not immediately want to go into joint barracks. Evening was drawing near, and a part of some people were still standing outside, not knowing where to go, since even the joint barracks were full. There were 180 of us waiting [to see] where we would be accommodated. Then the colonel came and informed us that we would be accommodated temporarily in sector III, until space is found here. At 10:30 we crossed into sector III, which is separated by barbed wire. At 11, in pitch darkness, we were given straw mattresses, and were told to fill them with straw, which was completely wet, as it had rained the previous day. Finally, around midnight, we went to sleep, hungry and filthy, because there was no water [to wash oneself].
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The morning of September 8 appeared to be a day like any other in our camp. We did not know that that day would bring the long-awaited freedom and liberation from the camp. In the evening, around 7 o’clock, the news spread around the camp of the capitulation of Italy, which nobody believed at first, until the [Italian] soldiers themselves started approaching us through the [barbed] wire (which was forbidden until then), confirming the true nature of the news. Of course, everyone was exhilarated, as we thought this was the end and now everyone was going home. That night at ten, we were, as usual, driven into the barracks, but this was unsuccessful, since people were too excited to be able to separate from one another, since they were already making plans to go home. On September 9, life went as usual, with no changes for us at the camp. On September 10 in the afternoon, a celebratory rally took place. Comrades from Mount Velebit1 came to inform us that we are free, and that our days as camp inmates are over, and that they are inviting all able bodied fighters into the ranks of the partisans. At that moment, the flag with our five-pointed star unfurled,2 which brought liberation to all of us. Our youth went around the entire camp singing and celebrating. The following day, a big rally took place with our Slovenian brothers3 and the Italian army in the Italian camp, which [the rally] was characterized with great enthusiasm, song, and dance. Many could now openly, in front of officers, reveal their ideas, and fasten the five-pointed star, which they had ready, to their hats. The ceremony lasted until 1 o’clock, and the same day in the afternoon, we were going to go to the cemetery of Slovenian brothers to commemorate the dead [...]