Small Pleasures

I spoke very little during those miserable years. My happy times came when one of my parents came to visit me, and twice each year when I would come home for two days for the holidays. I very much enjoyed the opportunity to be with my family and friends.

Once a week my aunt took the train to Debrecen to buy goods to sell in her store. I would have to get up very early in the morning and escort her to the train station, returning home before dawn. She usually returned home the same day, and I had to wait for at the train station in the afternoon. But on those occasions when she stayed overnight with her aunts in Debrecen I invited girl friends my age to sleep over. We had a ball joking and talking about boys. I almost forgot my misery!

© David Muskal, 2001