My nerves began to give way: though it might be all untrue, I could stand it no longer. I fled, out of the room, out of the house, out of the garden.... In the village the drum was beating. “The Revolutionary Government has decreed....” I turned back. Is it impossible to get away from it for a moment? I locked the garden door behind me so that I should hear it no longer. A white dog was playing on the lawn and its mistress followed; she was carrying a Viennese newspaper. “At the request of Clemenceau allied troops under General Mangin are to be sent against Béla Kun’s Soviet Republic. Balfour protests. The British——” “We are the prisoners of the Entente and what happens inside the prison depends upon the gaolers.” Suddenly the window panes rattled with the vibration of a distant, dull boom. “Guns!” we both exclaimed simultaneously. “From the direction of the Ipoly river. Far away.... At last!...” Then we suddenly looked at each other in amazement; what we felt seemed so incredible. It is to our enemies that we must look for liberation, to France, to the country of Franchet d’Espérey, Colonel Vyx, and to our little neighbours who for months have been robbing and tearing our country. What has happened to us? Humanity has sometimes forgotten for centuries the plans and the power of the Jews. The fate of Egypt, the conquest of Canaan, the dissolution of Rome, the religious strife in Byzantium, the decline of Spain ... these and many other things. And far away are the great persecutions of the Jews, which were always the consequence of too much audacity, too great activity, on the part of the chosen people. These persecutions, the fruits of exasperation, were never of long duration, and after them Jewry quickly sank back into obscurity, whence it threw sand into the eyes of the peoples that they might be blind for a generation and forget. In the years before the war the suspicions of the Hungarian nation, so often aroused before, had been lulled to sleep. We saw how the Jews, coming from the East, took possession of the land after acquiring the liquor shops of the villages. From the little draper’s shop in the town they laid grasping hands on our whole economic life. We saw them during the war withdrawing into safety and acquiring millions while our own folk gained crutches. We heard that the Zionist Congress of Paris carried the following resolution: “Jewry must try to get possession of Budapest first, then Hungary, so as to have a base for the establishment of its world-rule.” And many of us read in 1917, during the war, the declaration of their leading spirit in Hungary, published in _Világ_, the mouthpiece of Freemasonry: “We reserve our institutions, our means and our men for a superhuman effort later on.” Now the _later on_ has arrived, has emerged from obscurity. Twenty-four Jewish People’s Commissaries lead the rest and pronounce judgment of life and death upon Hungary.