I noticed something as well during the idle minutes of waiting. I had often seen German soldiers at home, naturally. But then they were always in a hurry, with tense, occupied faces and flawless attire. Here, on the other hand, they were different, more relaxed. That was my impression. They moved a bit more casually.
–Imre Kertész, Fateless, tr. Christopher C. Wilson and Katharina M. Wilson; the narrator is a 15-year-old Hungarian Jewish boy recounting his first hour in Auschwitz