Plaszów is the outskirts of Krakow. And there was a big, big place where they were mending military uniforms – you know what was torn apart in the front. So all these people were doing sewing like I was. So I don’t know for how…And this Plaszów was a bit like, not normal but freedom, because the Polish were there, and they were selling coffee. ‘Kaffe goronza! Kaffe goronza!’ – That was all. But I don’t know how… we didn’t have Polish money. I just can’t recall all this but this is so clear that we mended all the German uniforms from the front what were torn and then there was some sort of food given out. There was a kitchen.