Until we have made the Diktat I have vowed for the king and for the country. I came here for the “country’s defense”, but from here it seem we were under the command of the German – Hungarian tropes. The stories of this “remnant” villager have simply horrified me. The captains, having a feeling of the deplorable moral state that caught us, called for our embarkation at midnight, in wagons: boxcar, on an opened line. They were “pushing” us to the East, to the “heart” of Russia. The train was going on for six hours. It was a winter with short days and in which the wind was snow blasting continuously. It seemed that the night was endless. The air from the carriage, although it was getting through the board as if it was perforating you, because of the “over-population” of the carriage, was unbearable to breath. I pushed the door of the carriage a little so that we could “aerate”. The soldiers that were sitting down in the carriage started to howl that they were cold, the ones that were standing up, bawled at them approving what I was doing. In fact we were so overwrought that if we could, we would have started a fight from anything. That’s how it happened now. Someone has started a concourse that you could not figure out what was happening in that carriage. I believe we started to cross over the “Nistru” River. You could see outside a frozen expanse and from place to place a bit of jungle. I believed it was a swamp and in a full agitation, as if someone had pushed me, “I felt” in the swamp. The ones that have seen this, started to hoot, after this I heard how they throw their personal effects and even the weapon, after me. You could still hear the train but only as an echo. The ice over which I jumped broke getting into the swamp till my armhole. I rest in the swamp for a few hours necessary both for the orientation and for not breaking more ice, a thing that could be noticed from the trains that were leaving for the front. In the evening with the few things and any food I started to make the first steps to the country. The wolves “choirs” guided me everywhere, but it seemed they had enough corpses that they didn’t “annoy me”. Just one thought guided me: to move forward continuously. Where there was no danger I was walking by foot, otherwise I was crawling. At the beginning the wolves pack had frightened me, after that when I was hearing them I was glad, I was sure there were no troupes around, they brought me peace. In my hunted back-down, going through the places where the troupes have been through, other fighting, other just getting to the front line, an image that for a human being was incredible presented to me. There were a lot of amputations made by the cannon shots, but it could not be compared with the crimes of the civilians committed by the occupation “forces”. With all the fear that guided me for years, I woke up, thinking: “God, where were you when those wicked people snapped these innocent people, children, mothers to which they have taken out their babies from their belly with the knife”.