The revolution was crushed by
the Red Army after 11 days, on November 4. The Kadar leading
new government avenged the uprising cruelly; more than 3000 heroes
were executed and thousands were thrown into jail. Hundreds of
thousands emigrated at the last minute. The power had a double
face. One of them was a killer's face with cold blood. The other
was sympathetic. So Hungary became the most joyful barracks in
the lager of socialism. It was a strange kind of world - you could
abuse the power a little bit, you could grow richer a little bit,
it was free to receive the culture of West a little bit. Only
one thing was strictly forbidden: to remember and to speak about
the revolution. Everybody had to forget it. Time was stopped for
decades... Our youth was running away while the time was frozen.
There were two friends among the
rebels. One emigrated and left his family; the other man was put
in jail. After some years he was discharged. One morning he visited
the wife of his friend. There was a dirty, poor kitchen. The broken
man and the tired woman sat around the table. The man smoked a
cigarette. You could feel its stink.
"What happened inside?" she asked slowly.
"Why? What happened outside?"
the answer came.