{"id":71809,"date":"2016-06-20T04:35:03","date_gmt":"2016-06-20T02:35:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.myza.co.za\/journal-25-dec-1944-1948-my-mother-offered-me\/"},"modified":"2016-06-20T04:35:03","modified_gmt":"2016-06-20T02:35:03","slug":"journal-25-dec-1944-1948-my-mother-offered-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.myza.co.za\/press\/journal-25-dec-1944-1948-my-mother-offered-me\/","title":{"rendered":"Journal 25 Dec 1944 – 1948 My mother offered me"},"content":{"rendered":"

Journal 25 Dec 1944 – 1948 My mother offered me<\/strong>
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\nImage by Julie70 Joyoflife<\/a><\/i>
\nIt all begun, not now, but years ago, as the Christmas 1944, in Budapest, when I was ten years and half, I got this diary and begin to write in it. <\/p>\n

At the time, we were hiding from nazis, and also from the Russian canons felling all around us, and a few days later on the first floor of the house and the garden surrounding it.<\/p>\n

My mother got me this diary, so instead of speaking too much to those living in the house with which we hid together in the basement cave, I could begin to write down my thoughts and feelings.<\/p>\n

From then on, "the rest is history"… <\/p>\n

I never stopped expressing myself and what I felt. In writing. And then with my friends. Lot later in blogs and then in public.<\/p>\n

I never stopped writing and documenting my life. Expressing my feelings about what was happening, thus documenting my up and downs. Sometimes, I was afraid to express the truth. Sometimes, a small pause, or another way of communication, used. But his was Ithe beginning of my expressions.<\/p>\n

Here is the beginning in French then English.<\/b> <\/p>\n

In my first writings I had to lie of our true names as we were hiding under another family identity and I knew it would be too big a menace for the few people surrounding us to know the truth and our real names. I did, without problem as I did not feel names were so important after all. And surviving the nazis was most important then.<\/p>\n

In another diary, I lied by omission. When my father was arrested in the middle of the night and taken somewhere we were never told and hold without any legal papers for seven month, I was banned also from the youth association I was in, and my mother and me become people to avoid. I was afraid to write what have happened and wrote only about how I felt. And about the cave and what happened when I was ten, six years before.<\/p>\n

Just before 25 I did not write down in my diary the meeting with the communist tyrant wife, Elena Ceusescu in my workplace the Chemical Research Institute, and how next day I was banned from it, nor how a bit later I was not only forbidden to finish the studies I almost finished after six years of giving exams while working but also banned from any studies in any University "enemy of people". And later, forbidden to work. I did not dare to write down on paper. I expressed my feelings only, again.<\/p>\n

Later, I stopped writing for a while as my husband did not like what I wrote and I was in love. <\/p>\n

There are many reasons we do not express ourself when something happens. I did make stories and told them in London, these 5 last years, one by one and more. <\/p>\n

Expressing freely is important. Whenever possible. As much as possible.<\/p>\n

An album I begun on different Decembers
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\nAz els\u00f6 naplom: magyarul
\njulie2004.blogspot.co.uk<\/a> retroblog publie le journal, mes journaux traduits en fran\u00e7ais, de dix \u00e0 70 ans
\n—
\nD\u00e9but de journal (en fran\u00e7ais) debut de mes journaux – j’avais 10 ans
\n25 d\u00e9cembre 1944, Budapest<\/i>
\nBudapest, 25 d\u00e9cembre 1944 (traduit de hongrois)<\/p>\n

Hier nous avons f\u00eat\u00e9 No\u00ebl. Je suis remplie de bonheur ! Pourtant c\u2019est la guerre.<\/p>\n

Nous avons mis des branches de sapin sur le lampadaire, nous les avons d\u00e9cor\u00e9es et avons ajout\u00e9 des bonbons. J’ai re\u00e7u aussi beaucoup de cadeaux !!!
\nce journal-ci, ce crayon, une paire de pantoufles, du cuir pour une paire de chaussures, une grande luge, une paire de gants angora, un encrier, un tas d\u2019images \u00e0 d\u00e9couper, deux livres : les Aventures du baron Munchausen et La Grand F\u00eate, j’ai aussi re\u00e7u une jolie bo\u00eete pour ranger mes tr\u00e9sors et huit mouchoirs.<\/p>\n

Je suis tr\u00e8s heureuse !!!<\/p>\n

L’apr\u00e8s-midi
\nDepuis deux jours nous entendons le grondement des canons tellement fort que m\u00eame maman les a entendus, au moins les plus violents. Voil\u00e0 ce qui est arriv\u00e9 cet apr\u00e8s-midi :<\/p>\n

pendant ma gymnastique je me suis cogn\u00e9 la t\u00eate: j’ai presque oubli\u00e9 de faire le pont arri\u00e8re en position debout. Nous avons pass\u00e9 l\u2019apr\u00e8s-midi chez les Tommy (mignon a 2 ans !) parce que chez eux il fait bien chaud. (Mais je vais me coucher maintenant.)<\/p>\n

26 d\u00e9c. 1944
\nAujourd\u2019hui c\u2019\u00e9tait l\u2019anniversaire de maman.
\nLe matin on m’a grond\u00e9e et plus tard je me suis promen\u00e9e avec papa.
\nJ\u2019ai constat\u00e9 des choses int\u00e9ressantes.<\/p>\n

Nous habitons maintenant \u00e0 la Colline des Roses, dans la rue TasSanglant. Une petite bombe est tomb\u00e9e devant l’\u00e9glise de la rue des Ap\u00f4tres (mais personne n\u2019est mort). Un obus a frapp\u00e9 au coin de la rue Marguerite, il a d\u00e9truit les vitres et a fait tomber un peu les cl\u00f4tures mais n’a pas caus\u00e9 d’autres d\u00e9g\u00e2ts.<\/p>\n

Les russes sont d\u00e9j\u00e0 \u00e0 10 km, \u00e0 Vall\u00e9e-Ti\u00e8de (je suis contente.)<\/p>\n

Comme c’est l’anniversaire de maman, l\u2019apr\u00e8s-midi nous avons jou\u00e9 au Monopoly. C’\u00e9tait formidable! A la fin, le fran\u00e7ais (\u00e9chapp\u00e9 d\u2019Allemagne sur le Danube) a remplac\u00e9 maman. Finalement, il a gagn\u00e9, avec 48 mille, moi je suis rest\u00e9e avec 24 mille, papa seulement 20 mille forints … en papier. C’\u00e9tait fantastique ! ! ! ! ! !<\/p>\n

Le soir:
\nJe me demande ce qu\u2019est l’amour ? Que sent-on alors dans le c\u0153ur ?<\/p>\n

________ in English beginning julie70diary.blogspot.co.uk<\/a><\/p>\n

Budapest, December 25, 1944 (translated from Hungarian) 10 years old<\/p>\n

Yesterday we celebrated Christmas. I am filled with happiness! Yet it is war. We have pine branches on the lamp, we have decorated and added candies.<\/p>\n

I also received many gifts! This diary, this pencil, a pair of slippers, leather for shoes, a large sledge, a pair of angora gloves, an inkstand, a bunch of images to be cut, two books: The Adventures of Baron Munchausen and The Great Day, I also received a nice box to store my treasures and eight handkerchiefs.<\/p>\n

I am very happy!<\/p>\n

Afternoon
\nFor two days we were hearing the roar of cannons so strong that even the mother heard, at least the most violent ones.
\nThis is what happened this afternoon during my gymnastics I hit my head, I almost forgot to make the bridge from standing.<\/p>\n

We spent the afternoon in Tommy (a cute 2 years old boy!) Because at their place it is hot. (But I’m going to bed now.)<\/p>\n

December 26 1944
\nToday was Mom’s birthday.<\/p>\n

The morning I was scolded and later I walked around the house, to the nearby streets with Dad.
\nI found some interesting things.<\/p>\n

We now live in Rose Hill, the street LotsBlood. A small bomb fell in front of the church of St. Apostles’ (but no one died). A shell struck the corner of Margaret Street and it destroyed the windows and brought down a few fences but caused no other damage.<\/p>\n

The Russians are already 10km from us, at Warm Valley (I’m happy.)<\/p>\n

As it was the anniversary of Mom, the afternoon we played Monopoly. It was great! At the end, the French (escaped from Germany on the Danube) has replaced mom. Finally, he won with 48 thousand, I am left with 24 thousand, Dad only 20 thousand in … paper.<\/p>\n

It was fantastic! ! ! ! ! !<\/p>\n

Evening:
\nI wonder what love is? What then does one feel in your heart?<\/p>\n

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