Through the fence I could see activity in the streets of our neighborhood. Ukrainian men were entering homes and coming out with bulging sacks. Carts were pulled up in front of the finer homes, as heavier items were loaded up and hauled away.
The Jewish quarter of Skala, having been emptied of its residents, was being ransacked by our Ukrainian neighbors, even as we sat and watched from behind barbed wire. None of the many policemen and soldiers stationed outside the enclosure raised a finger to stop the looting. Instead, they looked the other way and let it happen.