After a while, I began to spend more time with my gentle father and less with the boys. I lived with the group a bit longer and then decided to stay with my father. He was wise and had all the patience I needed as I tried to pull myself together. We began to make plans for our return to our home in Hungary.
We found my brother there. As a gentile schoolmate told me, "There are more of you returning than we sent away." We had no intention of staying there.