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Epilogue

Éva stayed with her parents and her sister throughout the ordeal. She sacrificed her young life and happiness. Other values had more moral significance for her.

I was an eye-witness to the inhumanity, the torture and cruelty, the maniacal annihilation of families.

These unforgettable painful memories stay with me and do not go away, forever tormenting me.

Forget? No, I cannot, nor must not. We must hang on to our memories.

Budapest June 20, 1975.