One day in a partisan bunker

The nasty rain, which has been going on for the second day now, has completely ruined my mood. Our bunker is made in old gravel pits and a small layer of soil is placed on the ceiling. Now, when it starts to rain, water drips through this ceiling like a trickle onto our heads, "beds", and papers. On the bed on the second "floor", we arrange all the plates, cups, and bowls brought by our hosts. Gradually, the entire ceiling gets wet, the paper is torn. At about 1 am, I move the pillows and blankets to the first "floor".

However, the bunker became "nicer" when at about 2 a.m. Rugys, Šarūnas and Bevardis entered the bunker wet. Lightning did not come. He is nowhere to be found yet. Anyway, we made it to morning. I did not sleep: I made way for those who arrived. Today the bunker is like a barn. It is full of wet papers everywhere, water is still dripping. The fact that we started printing a newspaper contributed to all this. So 6 men in a 2x5 bunker, it is barely possible to be. It is so stuffy and humid!

I've been outside since morning. I can't "bear" the bunker air. Every now and then I look up at the sky and mentally pray to God that it won't rain any more. But where are you - the whole sky is covered with a thick layer of gray clouds and intermittently a light rain is falling.

Today Vanagas stamped 4 partisans, and I "extended" and "deregistered" the passports with my signatures. So that we have good tools to help people. Now we have a few stamps made of wood from Arminas, and we use them to make passports for people. We work like in ancient times, in the time of Vytautas.