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“A sarokban a tűzifahalomnál öregember ült. Egymásra szorított tenyérrel alig hallhatóan, ismeretlen szavakat mormolva imádkozott. Világított a szeme. Z. félt tőle. Nálunk bújik a bácsi, súgta az apja. Mikor évekkel később beszélgettek a háborúról, megkérdezte apját, mi lett a bácsival, aki a pincénkben bújt el. Nem tudom, mondta az apja. Zsidó volt, üldözték őket. A kórházban is voltak zsidó orvos barátaim, elvitték, megölték őket hagytátok?”

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