#olaszliszka

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Megszületett az ítélet az idős nőt kiraboló és bántalmazó férfi ügyében – Ennyi év fegyház vár az erőszakoskodóra | Közbeszéd

Tíz év fegyház fokozatú szabadságvesztésre ítélt a Sátoraljaújhelyi Járásbíróság egy férfit, aki kirabolt és bántalmazott egy idős nőt Olaszliszkán -

Homa-Hajdu Eszter közlése szerint a férfi tavaly júliusban többször is járt a sértett otthonában, hogy lakásfelújításra kérjen pénzt. Egy nap a vádlott betört a sértetthez, hogy pénzt szerezzen kábítószerre, azonban az alvó asszony felébredt a zajra.

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Kossuth Lajos utca, Olaszliszka, Borsod–Abaúj–Zemplén County, Hungary.

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Olaszliszkai emberölés - Az elsőrendű vádlott feltételes szabadságra bocsátásáról döntött a bíróság

Olaszliszkai emberölés – Az elsőrendű vádlott feltételes szabadságra bocsátásáról döntött a bíróság

A 2006-os olaszliszkai ügyben emberölés és rongálás bűntette miatt 17 év szabadságvesztéssel sújtott egykori elsőrendű vádlott feltételes szabadságra bocsátásáról döntött a Szegedi Törvényszék büntetés-végrehajtási bírája.

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Road Trip to Olaszliszka & Satoraljau-huh?

Dear Copy & Paste, you are my new best friends - for I can't pronounce Satoraljaujhely  but I can pronounce Olaszliszka (gold star for me!) but I can't continue typing them out.  

For three hours this morning my Dad, Gabi, Peter and I made our way to Satoraljaujhely & Olaszliszka. The city of Satoraljaujhely is where my Grandma & Dad were born. Eventually my Dad, Grandma and Grandfather moved to the town of Olaszliszka where my Aunts Agi & Suzie were born. The family lived there for the next 10 years until they escaped the country after the Hungarian Revolution in 1956. Today, we went back to both places.

The car ride wasn't too bad and the scenery was actually quite breath taking.  On both sides of the road were nothing but mountains, vineyards, farmland for the entire drive. I mean, THIS is what people are referring to when they say "The Country."  I was literally in the middle of nowhere today.  

The road trip began at 8:30 AM Sunday morning where I found myself in the car with three sixty-something year-old men singing along to Proud Mary in broken English.  I never doubted Tina Turner's international influence but if ever I find myself in a debate on the subject - I've got the proof right here in Hungary.

The highlight of the drive for me was peeing behind a bush. I haven't done that since...wait - I have done that recently but that's neither here nor there.  Anyway, you can see the bush pictured below.  It's to the right of my Dad & I.  This picture was taken right after I peed :)  

It wouldn't be fair to continue writing without thanking my Auntie Suzie for suggesting I bring toilet paper on that trip.  I packed the TP whine I was still in New York & it came very much in handy today.  Thanks Suze! 

Ok, now the important stuff.  Today was pretty sweet.  I finally have accurate mental images to go with years of stories my Dad has told me about his home in Olaszliszka, Hungary.

For example, once my Dad threw a cat from the attic window to see if it would really land on all fours.  See attic window pictured below (small round window).

And Yes, the cat landed on all fours.  But more importantly - this was my Dad's house in Hungary!  Pretty sweet!  Today, the house belongs to a nice Ukraine couple who use it as their summer home.  They were kind and trusting enough to let us come inside and take a look around.  They even gave us soda water (damn soda water - reference: http://tmblr.co/ZfURJvLq1x1W ). Anyway, I hate to say it but apparently the owners don't know much about interior decor because indoors the house is kind of a dump.  However, the exterior of the house looks close to how I imagined it would.  To me, the exterior is more significant because most stories I've been told took place outside.

Another story.  When the Hungarian Revolution began, my Grandfather was working in another town outside of Olaszliszka and couldn't safely make it back home for days.  My grandma didn't know if he was dead or alive - in her mind - he was missing.  

After two weeks, the revolution began to quiet down and in the middle of the night one night my Dad and Grandma heard noises outside. My Dad grabbed a flashlight and they went to see what was happening.  Frightened, my Dad saw three shadows climbing over the green fence pictured below and into the yard. When he shone his flashlight on the shadows to see who it was he heard "Shut off the light! Shut off the light!" Afraid someone might see him, it was his father returning home with the help of two other men.  

For those of you who don't fully understand the significance of my Grandfather's return, the way in which he returned (sneaking into his own home) and the story surrounding this scene, I'll be writing about it soon so it can be read and understood in a different posting. 

Another story: During the Hungarian revolution when my Grandfather was missing, my Grandma decided to go looking for him.  She brought my Dad & Aunts to another family members home to look after the children and set out to search.  On the day she was to return, my Dad was playing marbles at the end of the driveway with his cousin when two revolutionaries/guards showed up in long black leather coats on motorcycles and forced my dad to come with them. He was kidnapped and taken to town hall where he was questioned for hours on his Father's whereabouts.  My Grandfather held a high position in politics and while the country was experiencing mass chaos on the political front, anyone who played any role in the government - was sought after - and if you were a Jew - you were doubly targeted.  My Dad hadn't a clue where his father was and couldn't give these men any information.  They got up in his face and were screaming and yelling at him with guns held to his head.  My dad was so damn scared he peed in his pants - can you imagine being a 10 year old experiencing such a thing?

After what seemed like hours, they asked my Dad where his mother was and he told them she was out looking for his father.  Next they asked when she was to return and he told them today.  They took my Dad down to the train station and when my Grandma walked off the train onto the platform my Dad was to point her out to the guards. So, he did what he was told and when she exited the train - he pointed to her.  My Grandma took one look at her son with the guards, understood what was happening and fainted then and there.  Pictured below is the train station platform:

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Front of Train Station:

Train Tracks and my Dad standing on them - yeah not the best idea:

When she came to - she begged the guards not to kill her son - they could have anything they wanted.  The guards told my Grandma to return to her home and they would meet her there with my Dad.  After searching the home for weapons - they found a gun my Grandfather had and took my Dad back down to Town Hall for more questioning.  He knew no useful information and when the Guards became fed up, they brought my Dad and another Jewish boy from the town down the street to the river where they planned to murder them. My Dad is blurry on this next part so take it for what it's worth - but it turns out that either one of the guards or someone knew our family and decided to save my Dad's life.  They took him under their arm, put their hands over his ears and told him not to look back.  All my dad heard was a gun shot and the other boy wa gone but they saved my Dad. 

Pictured below is Town Hall:

Pictured below is the river:

* More to come and have some editing to do but wanted to get this up!