It was still raining, it was damp and
foggy. The only discernible light was the lamp hanging at the
entrance to the station building.
disembarked and dispersed. Within half an hour the train site was
empty. Laci now raced from side to side, from rail to rail, piercing
through the fog, there was no other train. It certainly was not at
the place where he left it. Nothing. No train.
He stood there in the
pouring rain, scanning the station, right to left, back and forth,
again walking behind the buildings , ‘maybe they moved the train
from its former perch,’ he reasoned. ‘Nothing, no sign of it.’
A horrible feeling welled up in him. It almost knocked him over
physically. Split images started rushing through him. His family.
Auschwitz. He felt disconnected from it – like reading a bad novel,
like watching a horror movie. Will I ever see my family again? He
hit himself on his forehead. Was he dreaming? Was he awake? He
decided to go back to the station and think this through.
The rain abated, the fog
lifted partially off the ground and a fresh after-the-rain smell
permeated the air. He sat down on the bench in front of the
ticket office and took a deep breath.