I remember:
That I was standing here on a warm summer afternoon when I heard Aliosha falling down from a big tree. He killed himself. I was cook in kitchen #1 and Aliosha had been punished because he didn't show up early that morning for he was "stoker" and had to light the fires in kitchen #1. His punishement was to seek for dry wood to start the fires for the next days.

I remember:
That it was from here that I watched Langdon Gilkey play tennis.

I remember:
That I saw Brian Thompson catch an electric wire during the daily roll call. He died electrocuted.

I remember:
That it was here and during a whole winter that I chopped wood (very hard roots) to provide wood for burning in the hospital’s kitchen.

I remember:
This is where I watched the children queue for their ration of eggshells.

I remember:
It was here, in June 1943, that I listened to a De Scheut Father play the accordion while others were singing.

I remember:
It was here that I came with Father Palmers, on the early dark winter mornings to switch on the current without anybody’s permission. The Japanese finally caught Father Palmers red-handed. He was punished for that.

I remember:
That it was here that I lived with 5 other Samist fathers until the departure of the American fellow prisoners in 1943.

I remember:
That it was here that I lived (block 56) with 4 other Samist fathers and other priests. We were berthed on the ground floor. Other young bachelors also lived here from the summer of 1943 to October 1945. I still remember Tipton and Porter.

I remember:
I camped here under a tent (found in the attic) with more or less ten boy scouts. I remember that it was in September 1945.

I remember:
I was here, watching out for the Japanese guards while CB was stealing a whole bag of sugar from the Japanese storehouse. We smuggled the sugar in small bags to the families for the children.

I remember:
that I was a cook here. I started at the bottom rung of the ladder to become "chef". That lasted for 6 months in 1944.

I remember:
that I was on watch here. It was on a late evening in June 1944 when Hummel and Tipton escaped from the Weihsien Concentration Camp.

I remember:
that is was from this part of the wall that Tipton and Humel disapeard into the night ---

I remember:
that it was behind this part of the wall that I waited for Tipton and Humel's probable return --- should their escape had gone wrong. Fortunately, they succeeded and I put the ladder and rope away before the Japanese guards saw anything.

I remember:
--- that is was here, behind the closed gate at a particular place behind the wall and relatively out-of-view from the Japanese guards that Father Scanlan made his blackmarket business with the local Chinese. Mostly eggs!

I remember:
that It was here that I waited for Tipton and Humel --- We were, however, very anxious to avoid any mishaps, and had previously arranged with them for a recuperation procedure if ever they missed the "contact" at the scheduled location. That is why, between 6 and 7 in the morning, the following day, I had to be waiting for them near the boundary limits not very far away from our bloc n°56 at a place, behind the wall that was invisible from the watch towers. I hid myself just behind the morgue ready with a thick strong rope. If ever I heard the cry of the owl, I had to thrust the rope over the wall to help them back into the compound. ""