I remember the day as vividly as if it were yesterday, the day when you and George V. sneaked into town from Dörögd. When they told me that you must leave right away, I felt as if I'd been struck by lightning. I couldn't even think of the reason then, as I was lamenting over my recent very nervous behavior toward you. I was unhappy that you couldn't understand how much I missed our house and the store in it, probably because it had taken me such a long and hard time to get used to them. I almost lost my sanity when we were evicted by the Arrow Cross, the Hungarian Nazis. I felt like beating myself to death because of my inability to explain these feelings to you. How hard did I try to hide my pain from you, because I'll never be ashamed to admit that you were the most important to me. It is impossible to describe how much trouble they gave me; how often I was found unconscious while you were away in the forced labor camp. I just prayed to God all the time to give me strength so I would be able to show you a happy face for those few hours we could spend together.
 

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