Oct 3. Tuesday.
Since yesterday no passenger trains. It came as a surprise, so many people are trapped far from their homes, no refugees can come any more, as it is going to last for 8-9 days, it is believed.
Last night Ila, Marcoi’s sister called me up, she has fled with her family from Hódmezővásárhely and as all refugees, are both she and Pali, looking for a living here. I am going to meet her this morning.
The afternoon. I do not like to tell you disagreeable news, but still, this is a chronicle of my days spent here, so it is to be told too. You know, I am working at the Oti1 since April 28, acting for a colleague, called up for military service. Two months later my other colleague there, a Jewess, was dismissed and I had the whole outpatients ordination service alone, until a few days ago, when the military colleague turned up. But there is still the vacant place of the Jewess. With her I have agreed cleared before, I do not wrong hurt her interests in staying there, at present she could not return anyway, later, when Jewish restrictions will be annihilated anulled [sic], she will have her rights just the same. So you see, I was correct and Oti needed me badly, as there was a shortage in medical crafts physicians. This morning I got a telephon [sic] call from the Oti central office, I must not go to the ordination any more and they are going to give me something else instead
of this one, etc. As the job is rather convenient with regards my present health, I decided, I am not going to give it up so smoothly and went to see Miklós Majthényi, president of the Oti, whom I happened to know years before, just as a social society acquaintance. The thing is not settled yet, we shall see tomorrow. I hate to ask other people’s help and it is ridiculous, for such a nothing, a work, poorly paid badly. But refugees are pouring in, they will accept anything, just for food and board, so there will be a shortage of work in no time. It is bad enough, to live partly on your help, but I refuse to live entirely on you, as long as I can do some work.
Ila’s husband, Pali told me a story he witnessed himself. At the outskirts of Hódmezővásárhely on a farm (tanya)2 Russian troups [sic] arrived. There was a son, got home the day before on military leave. As soon the Russians noticed him (there was nothing of resistance), they took him under a tree and shot him. Pali did the post-mortem work, so this is
It is cold, a bad weather instead of a promising sunshine in the morning. Raining, a cold wind, very unfriendly. In intervals I am brushing the flors [sic] with unusual fervour, to get warm.
Did you ever notice, how hot one feels, when angry? This morning after the Oti message, I went into my cold bath with such a gusto, as on the hottest summer days.
Miklós Majthényi, president of the Oti, is a pronouncedly right-side man, this was a reason, why I did not like to ask his help and why I did not go to him before, though he could have helped me on other occasions. But unlike other right-side men, he is an honest one. Very simple in manner, with a marvellous [sic] memory (he remembered me at the first words on the phone, though we met last time, when you have been at Zsámbék!).3 His hobby is, he is acting as president in a blue linen (or canvas?) denim coat, the same, as Oti manservants laborers wear, as a uniform
On the next side I enclose Aunt Margit’s last letter. It almost a last fare-well, who knows, whether we meet again or can go on with correspondence. She is very philosophic...