Back to Budapest - a trip I could no longer delay. It was the end of June. I went to Magda Zoltán's apartment on Katona József Street, but only the old gentleman was there, a skeleton, tears pouring out of his eyes. He says he knows and feels that Magda is no more, she hasn't come back...and Évike?...I tell him how much I know. "Terrible, terrible"...We both realize that it is hopeless.
On Bethlen Square, Laci tells me that he had checked out everything - results are negative. But there have been some happy endings. Gyöngyösi is trying to be encouraging. He has learned that the International Red Cross has traced some deportees to Scandinavian countries. They are gradually making their way back, and ther are some who do not intend to return.