I have some friends here on the Forum, but I have one who is the best. He is a good husband, a good father of his four daughters, and he became a good friend of mine. I don’t reveal his name, but he was aware that what was my plan. He tried to convince me not to do it. Here, some fragments of his letters.
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Dear Kati!
Thanks for the letter, I really needed it wholeheartedly and I appreciate your desire to know, who your correspondent is. I personally do have the same attribute, I love to know about everything. I am writing a short answer, tomorrow I am off and promise to write a detailed letter to my dear everlasting friend Kati.
Yours.
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Hello Dear Kati!
I love to talk to you and answer your letters, you are such a special friend to me.
I would never ever can imagine not receiving your letters, I have developed a habit of loving your style of writing and your sincere kindness.
I was born in … and when i was five we migrated to… …… my brothers took me there to get the education. The first I looked at the moon and crying for my mothers two years in …, hundreds of miles away from home, from my mother and father, it was terrible and I vividly remember all the nights, I recall the sentences, I told myself I used to say; 'oh dear moon, i miss my mother and you are our connection because my mother is watching you tonight and you look to my mother as you do to me and i cried and cried and cried.
My childhood memories are terribly painful. We were allowed to come to our homes once a year for two months and then were taken to the same prison for one whole year. How agonizing were the days when i was told that you should gather your personal effects and someone is coming to take you to … .
I finished high school in six years two classes each year. I was a very talented boy by that time, but my family didn’t allowed to me to enter university because they couldn’t afford the tuition. We were 300 hundred students gathered there from different parts of … The organization - i talked about earlier - made us not to believe in any sort of gods and hereafter i had studied a lot in this regard and reached my own personal opinion about the existence and nonexistence of god. I believe that if there is by any chance a god, this entity is not worth praising all the plight we have on earth.
I am a morally responsible person but hate the restrictions religions have created for humans and all the blood being shed by religious extremists throughout the history.
I am looking forward to have your nice letters.
Yours.
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Dear…
I am sitting here and try to write to you. I am very moved from your childhood. Believe me that I imagined something similar about your childhood than my childhood used to be. Playing with your friends, tricks what you used to make everywhere in the school also.
Dear…, I admit that I am crying in my soul. I see you, a 5 year-old little boy who had to migrate. I can imagine you in the tent as you look at the moon and crying for your mother. I was 16 when I had to leave my family and I changed from a cheerful child a sad young girl.
I remember very well that summer when …tragedy happened in your country. We didn’t understand why. Excuse me that I had asked this question. I didn’t want to remind you those painful years.
It’s very good that I can imagine you, that you showed your portrait for a while, so I can see your face. I was sure when I saw your photo that you are a very talented, interesting man today also. I already told you several times that your style reveals lot. There is a saying in Hungary and I think this is true: the style is the men himself; or I can translate in other way the style reveals the person oneself.
Dear …, I hope that after this childhood your life will be better and better. I wish you the best.
Take care:
Kati
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Me.
Dear…
I believed you: some quotes from you:
-tomorrow i am off and promise to write a detailed letter to my dear everlasting friend Kati.
- you are such a special friend to me.
-I love you as much as i do my mother.
-let me enjoy having peace of mind, you are great dear Kati and shouldn’t bother yourself worry about other’s remarks
-there are lot of similar ones what I believed.
Your letters made me believe that you are a sincere man. I knew what means to be a migrant because my beloved grandfather lived in emigration for 30 years. He never could get over these 30 years. I know what you felt when you had to leave his parents and I know what you feel now when you rather stay in migration than to go home, and to throw yourself on your relatives’ mercy.
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Dear…, you are one of my best friends who is always reliable. We know each other from our letters. I know your children and your affection towards your family. You know now from this “associations” also – but I wrote to you about it that my daughter, my very beloved daughter, she went away to the faraway America. Her children, my grand-children don’t speak Hungarian. I learned in some degree in English for that I can speak to them, but the truth I speak to you more than to them.
I don’t want to complain because when we speak to them –very rarely – their look reveals me that they like us. But their love is another love than my grandchildren who live here. And my husband didn’t speak English, and he says if for our daughter wasn’t important to learn them Hungarian for that they can communicate with us then I won’t go out of my ways. I know this a wound inside him but he very rarely tell it .
When children came he can play cards , to play chess with him, he can fish with his grand-son but instead of speaking they are making signs or laughing.
Many thanks for your compliment. But excuse me you are not right. Everybody told me that I was beautiful .There is a time for everything, I think after 70 I could be happy that I can learn, I can provide my family and housework. In the morning when I look at the mirror I can see how I am getting older and older. It is never interested me. This is concomitant of life than the birth and death. As I was in clinically dead, and when the doctor s brought back me into life I was very calm and happy.
There is a saying: Everybody dies to the others, It’s true, because if I die I don’t know what will happen to my husband.
I don’t fear of my death any more. I fear of the death my beloved ones.
Me (I wrote this letter more than one years ago)
I know that my situation isn’t good because my husband says to me that he is better, despite of this I am full of fear. We speak to each other by phone but once he is hopeful and other time it is difficult to hear his voice because he is whispering and I feel that he isn’t hopeful any more. I am looking forward the Friday when he can come home.
This TB sanatorium is a very depressing place, everybody is very ill, and the corridors resound with coughing.
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(The next letter is an answer that I revealed him that I am unable survive his lost. Unfortunately I don’t find this letter,)
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[b]Dear Kati!
This is not the years in life that counts but the life in years, I am getting older as well everything is born, grow and die eventually, hence be proud of all those marvellous ups and downs of your wonderful life and recall the happy moments while there is a lovely smile dancing on your lips and grant gratefully a shining glow to your experienced eyes and forget the bad ones and let them die in your passive mind. And please never think of death as far as you are gracefully alive, please never give death a second thought,you are and would be yet alive and we would remain staunch friends and who knows maybe i could make it to visit Hungary once and if possible I would do my hardest to materialize this newly born thought in my head.
I owe you an apology for posting sth not appropriate on the public and hope you would forgive me I did think of not doing so, but in the end I did this irrational act, i am sorry and hope you are generous enough to forgive your hundreds of miles away friend.
Yesterday it was raining cats and dogs and when it slow down a little bit i went out for a walk along the street. I love to walk in the rain but it barely rains here and even more I love snow but you won’t believe if i say i haven’t seen more than five or six snow fall in my whole life it is strange isn’t it but I love it I really do when it snows i go out and walk and have the time of my life it is really wonderful to walk in the rain or snow, wish i were born in a country where it rained or snow the whole winter what a great life it would be then.
How was the lunch? Hope you have enjoyed it and wish you a great time.
Yours
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