Going to The Movies December 1945

Robert's Thoughts

Comments (6) / February 28, 2020

World War Two is over and Budapest is slowly emerging from its Twilight Zone, but marauding Red Army soldiers still roam the streets and, at times unexpectedly, collect fit looking men off the streets, load them into trains and ship them to Siberia for slave labour.

Men under sixty-five dare not go into the streets and women neither because they are afraid of being raped. But the schools are functioning and, miracle of miracles, so is the Opera House and the movie theatres.

My sister is eight and has been studying ballet since she was five. She has now been admitted to the Opera’s ballet school and, as a result, is at times required to perform as an ‘extra’ in operas in which the script calls for ‘children prancing around and having a good time.’ She is very happy because she loves the dancing part and the music and the theatrical ambiance and she is ecstatic about getting paid every time she appears on stage.

Trouble is that there are no adults around who dare go out into the night to fetch her when she finishes – usually around eleven p.m.

So I volunteer. I am grown up. I am eleven. Fetching my sister is no big deal: the subway station is in front of the Opera, and the station, Heroes Square, near to where we live is only the fifth down the direct line. When we emerge, we run home like the wind, skipping and laughing and happy. I love my sister very much.

On Sunday mornings we have to go to Mass, then to Grandma’s, to take part in the compulsory torture she calls family lunch. But we don’t mind because after lunch, before coffee is served, we are excused and allowed to go to the movies.

We know the location of every movie house in Pest and we also know what movie plays where. Believe it or not, nobody stops an eight year old accompanied by an eleven year old from going to the cinema as long as they pay.

And we pay. Correction – my sister pays. I have no money, but she gives me the cash when we are a block from the cinema so that I can pay the cashier and not she, thereby enabling me to pretend that I am a true gavallér (gentleman in Hungarian.) (The word is derived, like so many other Hungarian words, from a foreign word: cavaliere – gentleman in Italian.)

Why am I telling you all this, you ask?

Simple. My sister is eighty-two and I am eighty-five. After lunch last Sunday, I said to her: “Let’s go and see 1917, the film everybody is talking about.” She giggled. “Who’s paying?” she asked. I didn’t answer.

Guess what: she gave me the money when we got close to the theatre. I took it, we looked at each other and then burst out laughing.

By the way, we both thought that the film’s plot was seriously unrealistic at times: a live cow among dead horses in the middle of a battlefield with a bucket full of milk at its side … a beautiful woman alone with a baby in her arms whose name she doesn’t know, hiding in rubble with houses burning all around her … and soldiers exchanging shots nearby …

The two of us have been there … done that. War just ain’t at all like that!

6 Responses to :
Going to The Movies December 1945

  1. Lincsi says:

    Beautiful story
    Lincsi
    Mozsa@icloud.com

  2. Chris Szoke says:

    I really do love your work Robert.

  3. Jacob says:

    What a lovely memory but, so much more because it is a living memory that is still building, and so beautifully.

  4. Sylvia says:

    I love the link from past to present that you sketched into such a thoughtful Vignette. I can almost picture you and your sister as innocent young children who lived through a world war and normalized a postwar lunch at grandmas followed by a movie in the midst of Soviet soldiers.

  5. Lilla, Chris, Jacob and Sylvia, Thank you for your generous comments. I admit that I did particularly enjoy writing this blog, Robert

  6. george ferenczi says:

    The lovely “vignette” peaked my curiosity. But why don’t you and your sister tell us, your readers, more about what it REALLY was like in Budapest in December 1945?

    Which ballets were being performed? who were the prima ballerinas? who led the opera and the ballet school? who conducted which operas and which musicians, which movies and Hungarian movie stars? what were the costumes and set designs like at the start of the communist era?, and how much did the ballet school or going for a night out at the opera cost ? and who could afford to go to the opera and send their children to the ballet school on the other side of the street (Sztalin ut?), such a luxury immediately after the war? Had any Jewish artists survived the war, the Holocaust, the camps? Which schools did you and your sister attend?

    I eagerly await to learn.

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