You could eat it
by washing it down with a hot drink. The powdered milk was in a can
with the word KLIM written on the side. After we had been there about
six months one of the guys was laying on the top bunk with his head
upside down. He looked across the room at the KLIM can and suddenly
jumped up yelling "KLIM" is milk spelled backwards". It was amazing
that we had gone this long without anyone noticing this.
It may sound like we were getting a lot of food, but it was just
enough to keep us going and most of the time we were hungry but not
starving. It was interesting that talk did not include girls wives or
girl friends. The main topic of conversation was food. We talked
food, thought food, and dreamed food all of the time. We were
surprised to learn that food preferences were so different in the
areas of the U. S. represented by the prisoners. One guy in our room
was from Kentucky and he had never heard of goulash (but couldn't
wait to try it when he got home.) We were always discussing recipes
and ingredients of different dishes. The girls were not talked
about, although they were on our minds all the time. Several times
there were work groups of Russian prisoners that passed by outside
the fence and among them were women. They didn't appeal to us as they
were all short and heavy and wore old brown overcoats that reached
the ground. It was wintertime and they were just plodding along in a
line.
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