The Eighth Hungarian Tribe, 1983 (10. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)

1983-03-01 / 3. szám

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THE EIGHTH HUNGARIAN TRIBE

March, 1983

Árpád Dómján, Emma Dómján and Councilman E. Bemardi

a large, neat home at the edge of a picturesque village,” the sculptor recalled. “There were windowboxes and a well in the front yard. The ground was covered with snow. It looked peaceful and safe. The smoke from the chimney beckoned and we knocked, hoping we wouldn’t be betrayed.”

Emma Dómján will never forget the buxom woman who answered the knock. “She looked around in fear and asked us to hurry in. Peasants the world over are proud and independent people; they do not care for regimentation,” she added.

“We were in luck,” Dómján continued the story. “The woman’s husband was in the secret service, but she had no sympathy for the communist regime. She offered us the spare bedroom — for a stiff fee.” She told them they would have to leave before her husband came home from patrol duty.

Fear gripped the Domjáns, but they saw their exhausted, shivering children curled up by the fire. “We quickly handed over the money,” Dómján said.

“We were fed and shown into the bedroom,