Zsira. Well, well, well, near Zsira is where I made my second attempt to escape to Austria.
This is where the Soviets wounded and captured me the second time as I tried to escape to the west with some of my friends after the Soviets brutally crushed our 1956 Revolution.
Back to Szombathely, back to questioning, back to sleeping on the floor,
and put on the Budapest train in the morning.
And still determined to try to make another bid for freedom.
(To better understand the story, see my pages on Répcevis & Szombathely also my story of the 1956 Hungarian Revolution, Chapter 5, Escape to Freedom, for my attempts to escape to Austria and freedom.)
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