January 17, 1934.

Miskolcz, January 17, 1934

When we still had snow, I shot a girl a snowball in her eye with a play-gun. She was not quite a stranger to me, I had seen her talk to little Dizci once. She came in outraged and said she will send her father or mother to scold me. I acted as naughty as I could, but I did get a little scared too.

A few weeks later we met at a Jeourtischand she gave me her hand and introduced herself to me. As she went away, she said "Szervusz*".And I thought to myself, "Oh you dumb donkey!“

(*I suppose she said Servus with a Hungarian accent or Charlotte couldn’t spell it correctly, Servus means Bye in Austrian German).