I discovered a small group of boys my own age. We were drawn together like magnets. We only trusted one another and came to rely on each other for support. We were ready to defend each other at any cost. The only people we respected were the Americans. The only orders we were ready to obey were the American Military Police. We moved around freely in the DP camp and even in the German cities. We were rough and troubled. We were not afraid of anyone or anything.
The Munich railway station was always teeming with different people, remnants from the war. We often got into vicious fights there. We were an embarrassment to many adults in the DP camp, who were keen to return to a "normal" life and to start over again. We were loose cannons with no family or reputations to worry about. Luckily, one of the survivors, a Hungarian ex-boxing champion, got a hold of us. He trained us and made us fight in the ring. Soon there were boxing matches between the DP camps. Now all our attention was focused on winning and on pleasing our coach. He was great, tireless and we respected him.