Jenő Ivánfi

Jenő Ivánfi (JI): "We knocked at the gate, the dogs ran out. Also, the housekeeper arrived. We said what we had been told to say: 'Uncle János sent us'. He opened the gate, let us in, he closed the big gate and said: 'Follow me to the granary!' He led us to the granary. All of us had a briefcase, nothing else. A towel, toothpaste, toothbrush, soap, other stuff like that, a big portion of speck with red pepper packed carefully, and we went to the granary, the four of us. There was a big cart in the granary, without shaft… a sort of wain." Interviewer (I): "Was there anybody else?" JI: "No, nobody. Only the family." I: "Yes." JI: "But, they didn’t come out. Only the man came out. We could see only him. He said: 'I must ask you to lie down in this wain.' Stalks of turnsole and of corn covered its bottom. He made us to lie down on it one beside the other, and finally he covered us with the stalks, too. Well, we put a handkerchief on our face in order that we could take a breath and we could look at our watches. So, we lay down and we spoke to each other quietly, whispering in the wain. We heard the bells. 'Finally', we said, 'we will be released soon. Uncle János is coming, it is noon. Don’t move!' One, two, three, four hours passed, it was getting dark. Uncle János was nowhere. Instead…." I: "But you could at least chat in the meantime." JI: "Yes, sure, but we were very close to each other: two of us on the bottom of the wain, and two of us against the two sides of the wain. The keeper came, he pulled the stalks off and said: 'Get off the cart! The night raid comes when it is growing dark, and they, the soldiers, push their bayonettes into the stacks. So, I have to see you across the tussocky to the tziganes'."

Jenő Ivánfi (JI): "While we were walking, we heard dogs barking, tommy-guns crying, ’downs!’. It was raining, it was a sleet, but we couldn’t do other but lie down if it was needed on the wet soil. We pushed to the soil, and we waited until it turned silent again. Then, we stood up and we went in an Indian line, one after the other, keeping one meter distance. Uncle János headed the march. Interviewer (I): "The guns you heard was from a distance?" JI: "Yes, they were far away; you could hear them from a distance. Then, all of a sudden we heard the buzzing of a car. Again ’down!’ and so on.… Imagine that a serpentine road led to the hill and a Soviet armoured car…." I: "Crawled along…." JI: "Yes.… It crawled along, and its headlights lit the trees above our heads as it was proceeding. We waited that it would pass. They didn’t notice us because they probably was looking up and ahead. On the one hand, the wood could hide us, on the other hand they couldn’t even look side way because they had to guide the car." I: "They had to focus on the road, didn’t they?" JI: "Then we stood up and we went on. And Uncle János had warned us at the very beginning that the most dangerous section was the no man’s land. If we reached the end of the wood where the no man’s land began, we should stop and wait to see whether there was any moving and we should study the lights. Because, there were the watch-towers from where soldiers could shoot with their guns in a way that the trajectories crossed each other and closed the way of escape. But, you couldn’t see these towers neither from the wood or from the plowed up land, because the trees hid well them. They were noticeable only in the direction of the shootings. Furthermore, in the middle of the no man’s land, there was a wire installed at the height of knees we had to avoid. If we had pulled it, two lighting rockets would have been activated which would shed light on the region, and we would be immediately targeted with guns from the watch-towers behind us, in case there were soldiers there.”

"Well, the tussocky, it was full of water. It was the end of November, it was raining, there was sleet. We walked in the water and in the mud in well-ironed pants, nice shoes. We didn’t seem like human beings by the end--our feet were wet--but we didn’t give up. Uncle János knocked, the tziganes opened the door of their lodge. Uncle János said: 'I brought some refugees'. 'Come in!' The tziganes were very happy. 'Guests have arrived, boys! Where are the violins?' They began to play. 'Wine in the table!' They opened a bottle of red wine--they were so delighted. We had to tell everything about what had happened in Budapest. 'What is your favourite song? Which Hungarian song would you like to listen to?' I answered immediately that I wanted ’Come my dog, Bodri’, I wanted him to play it to me. And, we began to enjoy ourselves literally forcibly. We didn’t know what would happen to us, whether we could go on across the tussocky, for how long time we would be the guests of the tziganes in this small island. But, we drank together, we sang together and they played the violins to us. And, suddenly somebody kicked the door. It was Uncle János again and he called us: 'Gentlemen, come, we are to leave. It is already dark'. Then we left.”

Jenő Ivánfi (JL): "The train stopped at Veszprémben. Me and my family was living in that town those years, and I had the keys of our flat with me. A colleague of mine with whom I worked together in NEVIKI (Institute for Heavy Chemistry) had joined me in the compartment in Budapest." Interviewer (I): "Lucky you were!" JI: "And, I pulled out my keys and handed him saying: 'Look! These are my keys. I live in Hóvirág utca 12. Give them to Laci Harmati. They live with their parents; they don’t have their own flat; they don’t have where to live. Please, inform my wife that I’ve given you the keys and help her to move to her parents definitively, because she don’t know that I’m leaving the country.' This colleague of mine got off, he gave the keys to my friends, they got the flat and they were delighted. They helped my wife to move to Debrecen where she returned to her parents in tears." I: "Also Laci Harmati was a colleague of yours?" JI: "Yes, he was, but he was also a friend of mine--we didn’t have only a formal working relationship. We visited each other at New Year’s Eve, at Xmas, at Easter. We visited each other for chatting. We went together to Lake Balaton, to Almádi, where our institute had a comfortable weekend hotel on the coast with yachts. Also, these programs linked us together.”

Jenő Ivánfi (JI): “We began to walk in that direction, and it was easy to hear: 'Halt! Wer da?' A border soldier shouted at us. We stepped out of the trees, we approached him with arms up to let him know that we hadn’t got anything in hands, any weapons or others. Even so he asked us: 'Haben Sie munition?' We said we had nothing, neither weapons nor ammunition, we were Hungarian refugees, Ungarische Flüchtlinge, and we’ve escaped to Austria. Then he replied: 'You are welcome here! Just come! You can see a village down in the valley, it is Rohonc, you go there and there you will be told what to do'." Interviewer (I): "It means that the soldier didn’t even see you in anywhere?" JI: "No, he didn’t. He showed us only the way where to go. We followed his instructions, and then I sat down on to the first milestone. It was a high place. We could look at the region down in the valley where the lights were on…street lights in the villages…." I: "Yes, I imagine the shimmer." JI: "They were shimmering. Then I smoked a cigarette--the first after a long day--and I thought over what I had done, what I should do next. I thought about my wife, my children, when I would meet them again, how I would manage myself. A prayer helps always. And, the four of us went on walking calmly but we didn’t have to step in a single line anymore, we could also talk to each other.”