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Ignacio, my grandson, looks baffled at a yellow piece of paper, faded by time, that I have just put in his hands. I tell him that it is part of his birthday present and he smiles, thinking that I am kidding.
The sound of water is the music that accompanied my childhood. The most intense and distant memories of Budapest, the city of my birth, are associated with water. Not only because the two historical centers, Buda and Pest are devided by the Danube river, but also because the whole capital of Hungary abounds with fountains and thermal baths. I can still feel the excitement of sinking into the pool with artificial waves that would lift me up to the crest with ondulating movements.
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But, suddenly, we fell sharply from the crest of the wave and laragine peaceful life changed for ever. Soon, Janos, my father, and Bartha, my mother, understood that, apart from the calamities of war, there was for us a great additional menace: One had only to see what had happened in Poland: During the following years, in spite of the war, I continued going to school and leading a life which, even with fear and hardships of every kind, seemed normal.
Then the fateful year of arrived. That year, Germany and her allied countries among which was Hungary were definitively headed for defeat.
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The Russians, who, laragone with England, France and the U. Commandant Horthy, head of the Luia government, asked the Russians for a truce.
The Nazis considered this petition as treason. They feared that, through our territory, the enemies would finally penetrate Germany. To avoid it, they invaded Hungary. A that time I was thirteen. The invaders immediately put in practice against Hungarian Jews the policy of death that they had enforced in all the occupied countries.
My parents and I, together with thousands of others, were torn from our homes and llaragione to the enclosure of the ghetto 1. That winter was a harsh one and we were crowded in dark, miserable rooms under the constant menace that any gesture would cost us our lives.
Once a day, we would manage to eat a piece of bread. I remember that, despite everything, I went on hearing the sound of water, the music of Budapest, and that kept my hope alive. Finally, on a day when the April sun was beginning to show itself, we were violently driven from the ghetto and were dragged to the East Railway Station. In more happy times, we used to leave from there to visit my grandparents who lived in the country, the country which in springtime larqgione filled with flowers.
Lucia Laragione: A Piece of Faded Yellow Paper
Now, instead, from there we would leave in cattle trains towards laragone. I Walked together with the others, striving to keep back my tears. I was so afraid! Beside me walked a woman with a baby in her arms. We were already in the station platform, when one of the huge dogs that an officer was holding threw itself against me. Terrified, I fell to the ground.
The soldiers laughed at my panic. That boy is under the protection of the King of Sweden!
The man who held the menacing beast, pulled its leash and withheld it. I looked at the person who had spoken: He wore a long blue overcoat and his blonde straight hair was combed back form his forehead. With a determined gesture he extended before the officer a yellow paper that bore the coat of arms of the Royal House of Sweden.
I never really found out why the Germans, who stopped at nothing, showed such respect for seals and documents. During the following months, I worked by his side at the Embassy of Sweden, a neutral country during the war. Employed as an office boy, I myself distributed among my brethren those yellow papers that meant the difference between living and dying.
More than fifty years have passed and I cannot forget the image of that brave and caring man, climbing on the roofs of the cattle trains, giving out with full hands the saving documents.
And I lucai but think of the irony of destiny. Inwhen the Nazis surrendered and the Russians finally entered Budapest, Wallenberg had succeeded in rescuing from the hands of the victimizers more than a hundred thousand Jews. However, he was not able to save himself. On January 17th he was seen for the last time when entering the Headquarters of what was then the Union Of Soviet Socialist Republics. The Russians, who made him a prisoner, maintain that the Swedish diplomat died in prison in But there is no proof of this being true.
It is thought that those who captured him suspected that he was a spy in the service of the United States, or maybe they suspected him because of his contacts with the Germans. Ignacio looks once more at the paper he is holding in his hands and tells me lragione he is going to keep it carefully and that when the son that he expects have is thirteen, he will bequeath it to himtogether with my story.
We hug each other and then, to my absolute surprise, he whispers in my laragkone the following words: I translate the strange words for Ignacio. We laugh for quite a while and then we go together laravione blow out the candles that consecrate his happy and vital thirteen years of age. II The sound of water is the music that accompanied my childhood. This article was published by Swedish Press magazine. Contact Argentina info irwf. Con Vista Al Mar.