The Early Memories
of an Amnesiac
APPENDIX
The present panorama of
Piliscsaba with Klotildliget and the Pilis mountains in the background.
This is how our old house in
Klotildliget looks now.
This
was my Dad’s favorite song among the Hungarian gypsy music, even though he said
that
“they all sound the same”.
I’m
dedicating this beautiful song to my Mamikám’s memory.
The area of our very last home
before my family got scattered around in January 1952.
This historical overview will
bring a deeper understanding of the era of my early formative years
to the reader if you are unfamiliar with the era.
A copy of the official document
I recceived from the new Hungarian Government in 1991.
It nullifies the charges which were made against me in 1952.
(The judge's name has been removed in the interests of privacy.)
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