Original text: Night p.7 Flesch - Kincade 6.2

Here and there, anxiety was aroused. One of our friends, Berkovitz, who had just returned from the capital, told us: "The Jews in Budapest are living in an atmosphere of fear and terror. There are ant-Semetic incidents every day, in the street, in the trains. The Fascists are attacking Jewish shops and synagogues. The situation is getting very serious" This news spread like wildfire through Sighet. Soon it was on everyone's lips. But not for long. Optimism soon revived. "The Germans won't get as far as this. They'll stay in Budapest. There are strategic and political reasons...." Before three days passed, German army cars had appeared in our streets.

Anguish. German soldiers-with their steel helmets, and their emblem, and death's head. However, our first impressions of the Germans were most reassuring. The officers were billeted in private houses, even in the homes of Jews. Their attitude toward thier hosts was distand, but polite. They never demanded the impossible, made no unpleasant comments, and even smiled occasionally at the mistress of the house. One German officer lived in the house opposite ours. He had a room with the Kahn family. They said he was a charming man-calm, likable, polite, and sympathetic. Three days after he moved in he brought Madame Kahna box of chocolates. The optimists rejoiced.

Suplimental text: Night p.7 Flesch - Kincade 7.2

Here and there, perturbation was stimulated. One of our friends, Berkovitz, who had just returned from the capital, told us: "The Jews in Budapest are living in an atmosphere of consternation and trepidation. There are ant-Semetic incidents every day, in the street, and in the trains. The Fascists are attacking Jewish shops and synagogues. The situation is getting very serious" This news spread like wildfire through Sighet. Soon it was on everyone's lips. But not for long. Optimism soon revived. "The Germans won't get as far as this. They'll stay in Budapest. There are tactical and political reasons...." Before three days passed, German army cars had appeared in our streets.
Dolefulness. German soldiers wearing their steel helmets, and their emblem, and death's head. Notwithstanding, our preliminary impressions of the Germans were most reassuring. The officers were billeted in private houses, even in the homes of Jews. Their attitude toward their hosts was distant, but polite. They never demanded the impossible, made no uncongenial comments, and even smiled occasionally at the mistress of the house. One German officer lived in the house opposite ours. He had a room with the Kahn family. They said he was a charming man-calm, likable, courteous, and sympathetic. Three days after he moved in he brought Madame Kahn box of chocolates. The optimists rejoiced.