All of the materials, texts and images,
I have copied from an excellent site dedicated to Radnóti Miklós.
Razglednica 4 / Postcard 4
I fell beside him; his body turned over,
already taut as a string about to snap.
Shot in the back of the neck. That’s how you too will end,
I whispered to myself: just lie quietly.
Patience now flowers into death.
Der springt noch auf, a voice said above me.
On my ear, blood dried, mixed with filth.
SZENTKIRÁLYSZABADJA, 31 OCTOBER 1944
