Went to bed but tossed and turned all night, lost in memories, and got so absorbed that sleep was completely gone. At home it’s already winter; the trees on the streets must be covered in frost, like apple trees in bloom.

Got up with a heavy head. Today is the last medical day. The doctors are satisfied with our health: pulse 76, blood pressure 130/70. We’re quietly packing for the journey. Already in the ship’s return cargo container, we did a trial fitting of film cassettes from various cameras. We’ve accumulated a huge amount of stuff. We can’t imagine how we’ll pack it all. We received a radiogram listing the materials to be returned, so home soon.