Jason talks about the community's decision to leave Wallachia. From the Chronicle: On April 10, 1770, the little flock set out. The previous day some of us went back one last time across the Arges river to Presetschain to fetch a few things from our houses. Everything delighted us with its beauty in the pleasant spring weather. All kinds of birds were singing sweetly in the green woods; the fields and meadows were covered with green grass mingled with many different flowers; wild brier, hawthorn, wild plum, sloe, and many trees were in full bloom, so that we found it very hard to leave such a beautiful, fruitful district. On the other hand, there was something depressing about the area, for not one human being or farm animal was to be heard or seen. All had fled.