11. Juli 1941
We reach the town of Buczacz. I look for a private quarters with a Jewish photographer. Here I can sleep more quietly and comfortably and still be close to my platoon. I take Unteroffizier Mielenz with me. Mielenz is a squad leader in my platoon and a proper big mouth from Neukölln. Not far from our quarters I discover a stationery store whose basement rooms are stuffed to the ceiling with books, notebooks, notepads, wall charts for school lessons, globes and pencils. Here I am in my element. I take a few notebooks and a cigar box with pencils, which I want to send home later. I would have loved to take a globe with me, but it's too bulky. In another street I discover a store, a big shop where you can buy all kinds of things: clothes, kitchen utensils, hand tools, toys and other items. The shop is closed, and in front of the entrance there is a guard from the division which captured the building and seized all the interesting objects. But he lets us in, and we take a look at the shop without taking anything with us.
(Translation: R. Hargreaves)