Still reading, still about the old ways. Now, about Liebermann Lucy.
Let me translate a little from the book.
“At 1943, there was the first air strike to Budapest. The radio started to say:
-Air strike, Mohács. Air strike, Mohács. Air strike, Baja. Air strike, Baja. Air strike, Paks.
At that time we knew, that they are coming to attack Pest. We prepared.
- Air strike, Paks. Air strike, Budapest. Air strike, Budapest.
The hooters started. Their voices moved around in circles, like the waves. Lucy and Pátzay were sitting in the ditch, and were listening to the bomb noises coming from Pest, as they are hitting the ground. After one and a half hour the hooters stopped. They crawled out from the ditch and Lucy said:
- Pali, I am leaving.
He was shocked.
- While we were sitting in the ditch – she said – I realized, that I cannot survive a war with you. You are a husband which shines in peace. If I am staying with you during this war, I will die.
So she left.”
Shocking. All the proudity of the old times, how they could stand up for their own lives, with responsibility, and with strength. Even how they knew what they need. Nowadays sometimes we are getting full with dust, we dont know what we want, we dont know how to put it, how to realize it, how to be responsible for, we cannot make choices, we cannot keep promises, nor our own choices, we cannot take the pain of our life, we cannot say goodbye gracefully, we cannot take the responsibility. And not just only in the time when it comes leaving, but in the time when we have to decide, or act.
Strange, still. Hate this period of the world.
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