Csaba

The prison warden, Brigadier General Csaba Boglyasovszky, is waiting for me outside.

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We stand for a while at the intersection of Csaba Utca and Roskovics Utca, where I learned to ride a bicycle and from where my parents were snatched by the secret police.

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By a stroke of bad luck, Lafoon, his wife, and two daughters moved into the diplomatic residence next door to our house on Csaba Utca.

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I held her hand as we walked toward the Zugliget bus stop for the long ride down to Csaba Utca.

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I had rushed home from school because my “big sister,” Cunci, had promised to accompany me to our old house, on Csaba Utca.

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Together we marched down Csaba Utca to the post office where Mama made her phone calls.

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At 11:10 Marcine code for Mama, wearing a ski cap and a brown sheepskin jacket, black ski pants, holding a shopping basket, accompanied by her younger daughter, left their home and walked down Csaba Utca to the market where they spent approx. one minute.

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WITH MY daughter, Elizabeth, in tow, we head off for my old neighborhood, Csaba Utca.

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Fifty years later, he remembered still driving his Chevrolet up Csaba Utca and seeing my sister and me sitting on the curb.

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“I observed cars with their headlights turned off slowly drive up Csaba Utca,” he told me in 2007.

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