Suidakra - Sheltering Dreams

“She was surprised by my reclusive way of life, which I now lead voluntarily, and also, perhaps, by the special persistence that distinguishes my life as an artist and which she had never noticed before; now she seems to appreciate it. She - I don’t know why - was very moved, her face was filled with tears. I kissed her forehead - for the first time after so many long years - and said: “Listen, Marie, we will speak the language of ordinary people. God bless you! Do not wish me harm! “At that moment, she could not answer me, only tears streamed out of her eyes more strongly. Olivier told me that during their joint trip to Italy, he often saw her weeping bitterly in places that reminded her especially sharply of the years of our youth. I told her that this memory touched me. She objected, almost stuttering:“I will always be faithful to Italy ... and Hungary!” On this I quietly left her. When I was going down the stairs, I faced the image of my poor Daniel. In no word, in no way did we mention him during the three or four hours that I spent with his mother !!! ”