The Early Memories
of an Amnesiac
INTRODUCTION
It might be a bit harsh to label myself as an
"amnesiac", but I kept these memories behind a firewall for more than
50 years when I had no time or the boldness to remember. I know there are quite
a few people who can recall all the names and dates in the smallest itty-bitty
things of their life, I'm certainly not one of them. My bits and pieces all
have to be connected to a special impression or emotion that had been ignited
by certain happenings or places. These are mainly my "Hungarian memories"
and they have left deep marks in my soul while printing a vivid picture gallery
in my brain. It contains a wide range of pictures - from my fun-loving but
troubled childhood and youth - that I cannot describe with any other language
but in Hungarian. Unfortunately the number of pictures dating to WWII and the
communist occupation are limited - for they either got lost or were destroyed
during these turbulent times of our lives.
I’m doing this mainly for myself but also hoping that some
members of my family will get the time and make the effort to read this fragile
memoir of mine.
’Emberi törvény kibírni
mindent,
S menni mindíg
tovább.
Még akkor is ha nem élnek már benned
Remények és
csodák.’
/Ernest
Hemingway/