An entry from the diary of Yitskhok Rudashevski from March 18, 1943, in which he describes his intellectual studies and creative pursuits within the Vilna Ghetto.
Thursday the 18th [March 1943]
I am busy for hours at a time. It is so hard to accomplish something at school and in the club, and at the same time to be involved with cooking and cleaning. First of all reports sneaked up on us. At school we are now covering the theme of Vilna in geography. I am preparing a report “On Jew[ish] Printing in Vilna.” For several months now there is no light in the evenings. In the evening we lie around in the workroom, the reading room. I often reflect, this is supposedly the ghetto yet I have such a rich life of intellectual work: I study, I read, I visit club circles. Time runs by so quickly and there is so much work to be done, lectures, social gatherings. I often forget I am in the ghetto.1