We, goyim and Jews citizens of the village, stood on both sides of the street watching the Nazi armored vehicles coming from the direction of Wysokie Litewskie, as though we were watching a military march. The armored vehicles trampled the trees on the sides of the street, that only recently were planted, but not out of malice, just unintentionally.

The Nazis treated us humanely and even gave out candy to the citizens.

The vehicles continued through Volchin and left town, spreading in all directions. Only a single unit -- one dealing with vehicle repairs-- remained. It set up in an empty lot. Some Germans came to our bakery and asked my father to bake bread for them. My father, a Polish worker, and I fulfilled this task, even working on Sukkot, which occurred during that time.

The Nazis stayed in Volchin one week. They did not harm the Jews except once cutting the beard of an old Jew who passed by them.