“{{w|Russians}}! The old enmities imprinted into my mind by hearsay and history lessons were not so easily eradicated. Russia, the massive land in the east, always in search of outlets to the sea, of land and more land to satisfy its gluttonous cravings for own its own purported security, a ruthless giant dangerously dwarfing its smaller neighbors.Nonetheless, soon after New Year I took the train south and on a dull wintry afternoon arrived in {{w|Horserød camp|Horserød}}, the camp for Russian prisoners of war.”