My friend Walter says these guys aren't thin enough. He actually said he didn't sense enough thinnitude. There will be more drawings, and I can do thinner. Maybe it's too hard sometimes to sit and draw real misery. It would be pleasant to sit drawing, on a warm day, Nabokov out chasing butterflies (oh, no ... except for the killing jar). I'm still watching the BBC Auschwitz series; last night I learned about the camp brothels where special prisoners, like barbers, would get passes as rewards. One former male prisoner said he didn't feel bad for these girls (prisoners) because they got good food and they got to go out for walks. I also learned that it was a good prison job to work in "Canada." This is where clothes and belongings from new prisoners were sorted. People had a chance to steal food and other things. It was called working in "Canada" because, at the time, Canada was thought to be the land of wealth and plenty.
On a lighter note, it's a big day for getting in trouble for wearing short shorts at the high school. It seems like everyone's mom is showing up to bring replacement shorts, one even being told that the pair she brought was even worse than the pair her daughter was already wearing.
