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Lucia Laragione: A Piece of Faded Yellow Paper. Lucia Laragione. Ignacio, my grandson, looks baffled at a yellow piece of paper, faded by time, that I have just . View the profiles of people named Lucia Laragione. Join Facebook to connect with Lucia Laragione and others you may know. Facebook gives people the. Phone, Suggest a phone number lucia laragione. 7 likes. Public Figure. lucia laragione. Posts about lucia laragione. There are no stories available. About.
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But, suddenly, we fell sharply from the crest of the wave and our peaceful life changed for ever. I translate the strange words for Ignacio. I was so afraid!
That winter was a lcia one and we were crowded in dark, miserable rooms under the constant menace that any gesture would cost us our lives. More than fifty years have passed and I cannot forget the image of that brave and caring man, climbing on the roofs of the cattle trains, giving out with full hands the saving documents. It laragioen thought that those who captured him suspected that he was a spy in the service of the United States, or maybe they suspected him because of his contacts with the Germans.
My parents and I, together with thousands of others, were torn from our homes larzgione confined to the enclosure of the ghetto 1. The Russians, who, allied with England, France and the U.
We laugh for quite a while and then we go together to blow out the candles that consecrate his happy and vital thirteen years of age. However, he was not able to save himself.
We hug each other and then, to my absolute surprise, he whispers in luciia ears the following words: I can still feel the excitement of sinking into the pool with artificial waves that would lift me up to the crest with ondulating movements. Con Vista Al Mar.
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Then the fateful year of arrived. The most intense and distant memories of Budapest, the city of my birth, are associated with water. And I cannot but think of the irony of destiny. He wore a long blue overcoat and his blonde straight hair was combed back form his forehead.
One had only to see what had happened in Poland: Ignacio, my grandson, looks baffled at a yellow piece lucka paper, faded by time, that I have just put in his hands. Employed as an office boy, I myself distributed among my brethren those yellow lcuia that meant the difference between living and dying.
Once a day, we would manage to eat a piece of bread. I never really found out why the Germans, who stopped at nothing, showed such respect for seals and documents. Contact Argentina info irwf. The man who held the menacing beast, pulled its leash and withheld it. I Walked together with the others, striving to keep back my tears.
Terrified, I fell to the ground. This article was published by Swedish Press magazine. The Nazis considered this petition as treason. But there is no proof of this being true.
Now, instead, from there we would leave in cattle trains towards death. The soldiers laughed at my panic. With a determined gesture he extended before the officer a yellow paper that bore the coat of arms of the Royal House of Sweden. II The sound of water is the music that accompanied my childhood. Inwhen the Nazis surrendered and the Russians finally entered Budapest, Wallenberg had succeeded in rescuing from the hands of the victimizers more than a hundred thousand Jews.
Beside me walked a woman with a baby in her arms.
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During the following years, in spite of the war, I continued going to school and leading a life which, even with fear and hardships of every kind, seemed normal. A that time I was thirteen. The invaders immediately put in practice against Hungarian Jews the policy of death that they had enforced in all the occupied countries. I looked at the person who had spoken: Ignacio looks once more at the paper he is holding in his hands and tells me that he is going to keep it carefully and that when the son that he expects have is thirteen, he will bequeath it to himtogether with my story.
That year, Germany and her allied countries among which was Hungary were definitively headed for defeat. On January 17th he was seen for the last time when entering the Headquarters of what was then the Union Of Soviet Socialist Republics.
To avoid it, they invaded Hungary. During the following months, I worked by his side at the Embassy of Sweden, a neutral country during the war.
I remember that, despite everything, I went on hearing the sound of water, the music of Budapest, and that kept my hope alive. Soon, Janos, my father, and Bartha, my mother, understood that, apart from the calamities of war, there was for us a great additional menace: The Russians, who made him a prisoner, maintain that the Swedish diplomat died in prison in I tell him that it is part of his birthday present and he smiles, thinking that I am laraggione.
In more happy times, we used to leave from there to visit my grandparents who lived in the country, the country which in springtime is filled with flowers.
Not only because the two historical centers, Buda and Pest are devided by the Danube river, but also because the whole capital of Hungary abounds with fountains and thermal baths. That boy is under the protection of the King of Sweden!