The little son of Ms. Donáth tears at his mother’s jacket and cries. Mum, I cannot go on, Mum, it’s so heavy, it’s dark, my hand is aching. His mother replies with a shaking voice: We only have to continue for a little bit further, my dear. A relative tries to console him: Imike, don’t cry. That’s all I can hear. They disappear. I’m out of strength and I don’t manage to put the luggage back on my shoulders. Galánta, Szenc, Sellye, where are they? My head is pounding. Suddenly I see Jitti and Rüvi, they can hardly continue to carry, either. With my remaining strength, I start to drag the luggage behind me. From one barrack, I hear my father’s voice: Barack for the people from Galánta. We put the luggage down, my father and Fojvika stay there, and we go again to get the rest. We take the remaining things and Mum and Dóra also go with us. We put everything in an open barrack. I am tired from the dragging, as is everybody else. I see many barracks before me. I start walking to look for the people from Sellye. Finally, I find them in a barrack on the opposite side. Have you seen the Present family?, I ask around. Further back, comes the answer. I continue to run. I run into many friends and acquaintances. Séindi, I hear near a pillar, I turn around and meet the sisters Kálisch from Sellye. They show me where I can find my grandmother. She doesn’t recognize me. Grandmother, I say, and she notices. Jitti, she says to me, because she thinks I’m Jitti. She kisses me. This kiss does me so good in this cold.