A sad story of life lived with frugality and hope. Eviction , a devastating word that brought everything crashing down. The wooden floor cracked and the marks of despair clearly seen. the smell of burning ashes is still in the air. A bonfire of hope setting aflame and after a calm down the fire was put out , showing the remains of coffee mugs of everyday use lying unclaimed in the heap of rubble. A multipurpose table standing in the middle has two glasses filled half with water now carrying the memory of the owner who picked it up for the last time only to put it down with a heavy heart the memory of the owner who picked it up for the last time only to put it down with a heavy heart.

Here in this room lies the wedding gown of the bride and a photo album of the wedding ruefully thrown on the broken bed, stained tattered, still retaining its old world charm of laces and frills, the couple, once upon a time a picture of hope now belongs to the pages of the old album.

And now lastly in this room, an elegant lampshade ganging from the ceiling, bidding farewell to the dwellers who are leaving.

A room that speaks intimately. Cobwebs swaying from the back of the chair sadly looking at the table covered with floral print table cloth, bearing lovingly the mementos, a pair of scissors for craft an elegant crystal glass a blue leather covered diary with some fat book mark, and lastly two spectacles lying as if deliberately left behind,

The same story repeated, a beer bottle , a beer glass, and a crystal mug, a sepia photo inside a frame with the glass gone, holding the image of a beautiful girl, and drawer opened in the last hectic attempt to find some last memory of by gone days.

Out there you get a glimpse of the green world beckoning the inmates into the open world breathing a whiff of fresh air. You see it from the open roof and broken window.

Before we go , an art work, corners frayed, an aged look but magnificent, portraits of sunflowers, a watch tower in golden light ancient brass articles...

And they left; burnt utensils which served to cook. They left in a rage, left in sorrow, not bothering to look back at the things they left. Once beautifully crafted, now thrown away under the table with a layer of carbon and dust.

A sad story of life lived with frugality and hope. Eviction , a devastating word that brought everything crashing down. The wooden floor cracked and the marks of despair clearly seen. the smell of burning ashes is still in the air. A bonfire of hope setting aflame and after a calm down the fire was put out , showing the remains of coffee mugs of everyday use lying unclaimed in the heap of rubble. A multipurpose table standing in the middle has two glasses filled half with water now carrying the memory of the owner who picked it up for the last time only to put it down with a heavy heart.

Sushama Karnik

Gyorgy, I am looking at this stuff after nearly a decade trying to find some clues about the circumstances which forced the couple to abandon the home. Did you by any chance come to know who they were?

Unfortunately, their story is sad. Poor large families lived here. Some people looked at the property because they saw money in it. Municipal property. They were evicted and in their helplessness they set fire to the house. Since then, the area has been renovated by the new tenants.

György Fülöp I suspected as much. There are traces of ash and signs of fire at some points.

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György Fülöp

Sushama Karnik The good eye sees everything, it cannot be deceived.

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