The Tattooist of Auschwitz (The Tattooist of Auschwitz #1) - Heather Morris Page 0,74

is now home.

The next day he pours his heart out to both his sister and Mrs Molnar about his love for Gita and how he believes she is still alive.

‘You have to find her,’ Goldie says. ‘You must look for her.’

‘I don’t know where to start looking.’

‘Well, where did she come from?’ Mrs Molnar asks.

‘I don’t know. She wouldn’t tell me.’

‘Help me to understand this. You have known her three years and all that time she told you nothing about her origins?’

‘She wouldn’t. She was meant to tell me on the day she left the camp, but everything happened too quickly. All I know is her surname: it’s Furman.’

‘Well, that’s something, but not much,’ his sister chides him.

‘I’ve heard that people are starting to come home from the camps,’ says Mrs Molnar. ‘They are all arriving in Bratislava. Maybe she’s there.’

‘If I’m to go back to Bratislava, I need transport.’

Goldie smiles. ‘So what are you doing sitting here then?’

In the town, Lale asks everyone he sees with a horse, bike, car, truck, if he can buy it from them. They all refuse.

As he is starting to despair, an old man comes towards him in a small cart drawn by a single horse. Lale steps in front of the animal, forcing the man to rein it in.

‘I’d like to buy your horse and cart,’ he blurts out.

‘How much?’

Lale pulls several gems from his pocket. ‘They are real. And worth a lot of money.’

After inspecting the treasure, the old man says, ‘On one condition.’

‘What? Anything.’

‘You have to take me home first.’

A short while later Lale pulls up outside his sister’s house and proudly shows off his new means of transport.

‘I haven’t got anything for him to eat,’ she exclaims.

He points to the long grass. ‘Your front yard needs mowing.’

That night, with the horse tethered in the front yard, Mrs Molnar and Goldie set about making meals for Lale to take on his journey. He hates saying goodbye to them both so soon after arriving home, but they won’t hear of him staying.

‘Don’t come back without Gita,’ are the last words Goldie says as Lale climbs into the back of the cart and is nearly thrown out by the horse taking off. He looks back at the two women standing outside his family home, each with an arm around the other, smiling, waving.

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For three days and nights Lale and his new companion travel down broken roads and through bombed-out towns. They ford streams where bridges have been destroyed. They give lifts to various people along the way. Lale eats sparingly from his rations. He feels profound grief for his scattered family. At the same time, he longs for Gita, and this gives him the sense of purpose he needs to carry on. He must find her. He has promised.

When he eventually arrives back in Bratislava he goes immediately to the train station. ‘Is it true that survivors from the concentration camps have been coming home?’ he asks. He is told it is and is given the train schedule. With no idea where Gita might have ended up – not even which country – he decides the only thing to do is meet every train. He thinks about finding somewhere to stay, but a strange man and a horse is not an attractive proposition as a lodger, so he sleeps in his cart in whatever spot of vacant land he can find, for as long as it takes for the horse to eat the grass or for them to be moved along. He is often reminded of his friends in the Gypsy camp and the stories they told him about their way of life. It is nearing the end of summer. The rain is frequent but doesn’t deter him.

For two weeks Lale loiters at the train station as each arrival pulls in. He walks up and down the platform, approaching every disembarking woman. ‘Were you in Birkenau?’ On the few occasions he gets a yes, he asks, ‘Did you know Gita Furman? She was in Block 29.’ No one knows her.

One day the stationmaster asks him if he has registered Gita with the Red Cross, who are taking the names of the missing and of those who have returned and are seeking loved ones. With nothing to lose, he heads into the city centre to the address he has been given.

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Gita is walking down the main street with two friends when she sees a funny-looking cart being drawn by a horse. A young man