I had three wishes:
To play the violin despite everything,
To return to Budapest sooner or later,
And to have only meaningful conversations.
None of them came true.
But I was in for more than I could imagine.
For example –
I ended up in a mass grave.
They came for us for whatever reason.
In short,
Like so many times before,
It turned out it didn't pay to be a Jew.
Or to be a Serb.
Or simply to be.
They came for us in broad daylight
Going against literary conventions.