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mullokintyre
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Not sure if the following is true or not, but its a great story.

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Marcel Sternberger was a methodical man of nearly 50, with bushy white hair, guileless brown eyes, and the bouncing enthusiasm of a czardas dancer of his native Hungary. He always took the 9:09 Long Island Railroad train from his suburban home to Woodside, N.Y.., where he caught a subway into the city.
On the morning of January 10, 1948, Sternberger boarded the 9:09 as usual. En route, he suddenly decided to visit Laszlo Victor, a Hungarian friend who lived in Brooklyn and was ill.
Accordingly, at Ozone Park, Sternberger changed to the subway for Brooklyn, went to his friend’s house, and stayed until midafternoon. He then boarded a Manhattan-bound subway for his Fifth Avenue office. Here is Marcel’s incredible story:
The car was crowded, and there seemed to be no chance of a seat. But just as I entered, a man sitting by the door suddenly jumped up to leave, and I slipped into the empty place. I’ve been living in New York long enough not to start conversations with strangers. But being a photographer, I have the peculiar habit of analyzing people’s faces, and I was struck by the features of the passenger on my left. He was probably in his late 30s, and when he glanced up, his eyes seemed to have a hurt expression in them. He was reading a Hungarian-language newspaper, and something prompted me to say in Hungarian, “I hope you don’t mind if I glance at your paper.”
The man seemed surprised to be addressed in his native language. But he answered politely, “You may read it now. I’ll have time later on.”
During the half-hour ride to town, we had quite a conversation. He said his name was Bela Paskin. A law student when World War II started, he had been put into a German labor battalion and sent to the Ukraine. Later he was captured by the Russians and put to work burying the German dead. After the war, he covered hundreds of miles on foot until he reached his home in Debrecen, a large city in eastern Hungary.
I myself knew Debrecen quite well, and we talked about it for a while. Then he told me the rest of his story. When he went to the apartment once occupied by his father, mother, brothers and sisters, he found strangers living there. Then he went upstairs to the apartment that he and his wife once had. It also was occupied by strangers. None of them had ever heard of his family.
As he was leaving, full of sadness, a boy ran after him, calling “Paskin bacsi! Paskin bacsi!” That means “Uncle Paskin.” The child was the son of some old neighbors of his. He went to the boy’s home and talked to his parents. “Your whole family is dead,” they told him. “The Nazis took them and your wife to Auschwitz.”
Auschwitz was one of the worst Nazi concentration camps. Paskin gave up all hope. A few days later, too heartsick to remain any longer in Hungary, he set out again on foot, stealing across border after border until he reached Paris. He managed to immigrate to the United States in October 1947, just three months before I met him.
All the time he had been talking, I kept thinking that somehow his story seemed familiar. A young woman whom I had met recently at the home of friends had also been from Debrecen; she had been sent to Auschwitz; from there she had been transferred to work in a German munitions factory. Her relatives had been killed in the gas chambers. Later she was liberated by the Americans and was brought here in the first boatload of displaced persons in 1946.
Her story had moved me so much that I had written down her address and phone number, intending to invite her to meet my family and thus help relieve the terrible emptiness in her life.
It seemed impossible that there could be any connection between these two people, but as I neared my station, I fumbled anxiously in my address book. I asked in what I hoped was a casual voice, “Was your wife’s name Marya?”
He turned pale. “Yes!” he answered. “How did you know?”
He looked as if he were about to faint.
I said, “Let’s get off the train.” I took him by the arm at the next station and led him to a phone booth. He stood there like a man in a trance while I dialed her phone number.
It seemed hours before Marya Paskin answered. (Later I learned her room was alongside the telephone, but she was in the habit of never answering it because she had so few friends and the calls were always for someone else. This time, however, there was no one else at home and, after letting it ring for a while, she responded.)
When I heard her voice at last, I told her who I was and asked her to describe her husband. She seemed surprised at the question, but gave me a description. Then I asked her where she had lived in Debrecen, and she told me the address.
Asking her to hold the line, I turned to Paskin and said, “Did you and your wife live on such-and-such a street?”
“Yes!” Bela exclaimed. He was white as a sheet and trembling.
“Try to be calm,” I urged him. “Something miraculous is about to happen to you. Here, take this telephone and talk to your wife!”
He nodded his head in mute bewilderment, his eyes bright with tears. He took the receiver, listened a moment to his wife’s voice, then suddenly cried, “This is Bela! This is Bela!” and he began to mumble hysterically. Seeing that the poor fellow was so excited he couldn’t talk coherently, I took the receiver from his shaking hands.
“Stay where you are,” I told Marya, who also sounded hysterical. “I am sending your husband to you. We will be there in a few minutes.”
Bela was crying like a baby and saying over and over again. “It is my wife. I go to my wife!”
At first I thought I had better accompany Paskin, lest the man should faint from excitement, but I decided that this was a moment in which no strangers should intrude. Putting Paskin into a taxicab, I directed the driver to take him to Marya’s address, paid the fare, and said goodbye.
Bela Paskin’s reunion with his wife was a moment so poignant, so electric with suddenly released emotion, that afterward neither he nor Marya could recall much about it.
“I remember only that when I left the phone, I walked to the mirror like in a dream to see if maybe my hair had turned gray,” she said later. “The next thing I know, a taxi stops in front of the house, and it is my husband who comes toward me. Details I cannot remember; only this I know—that I was happy for the first time in many years.....
“Even now it is difficult to believe that it happened. We have both suffered so much; I have almost lost the capability to not be afraid. Each time my husband goes from the house, I say to myself, “Will anything happen to take him from me again?”
Her husband is confident that no horrible misfortune will ever again befall the. “Providence has brought us together,” he says simply. “It was meant to be.”
Skeptical persons will no doubt attribute the events of that memorable afternoon to mere chance. But was it chance that made Marcel Sternberger suddenly decide to visit his sick friend and hence take a subway line that he had never ridden before? Was it chance that caused the man sitting by the door of the car to rush out just as Sternberger came in? Was it chance that caused Bela Paskin to be sitting beside Sternberger, reading a Hungarian newspaper'
Paul Deutschman, Great Stories Remembered, edited and compiled by Joe L. Wheeler

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mullokintyre
post Posted: Jan 25 2021, 09:31 PM
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In Reply To: draughtsman's post @ Jan 25 2021, 08:45 PM

All mainstream media have an agenda.
The ABC, Murdoch Press, Ninemsn, The Guardian, SBS, CNN, FOX news, The Age, etc etc.
The press has long since stopped being impartial and reporting on the news to inserting themselves into the news.
The ABC is every bit as guilty as the Murdoch Press, but does not have the self awareness to see it thus.
At least the Australian has a wide range of people who contribute their opinion to the paper, something that is sadly lacking at the ABC.
And by the way draughtsperson, trump WAS elected president of the USA.
You may not like it or think he should have been elected to the role, but he was, by a hell of a lot of disgruntled US citizens.
They are still disgruntled, and in some ways rightly so.
The US is a divided nation, and nether Joe Biden nor anyone else who thinks its ok to cancel those with whom you disagree, will be able to bring any sort of unity back to the nation.
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draughtsman
post Posted: Jan 25 2021, 08:45 PM
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In Reply To: nipper's post @ Jan 25 2021, 05:14 PM

OK to get some balance -
ABC talking approving Invasion Day as a reference to Australia Day - just a load of crap - where did they get that garbage from? Whoever thought that was appropriate?

But then Pendragon advises - Biden is going to be much worse and much more dangerous. (than Trump). Hmm I think that might need expanding. At least gives us something to work on.

Hopefully guided by logic pragmatism and fact and eschewing ideology here. But I suppose that's what we all think we do. Except the Murdoch press of course which definitely have an agenda. devilsmiley.gif



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nipper
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In Reply To: draughtsman's post @ Jan 25 2021, 07:18 AM

thanks for the editorialising,

always good to shoot the messenger, go off on a tangent, focus on the irrelevant. Could have put a source from 9/SMH if you wanted, or Fin Review, or the Government
Communications Minister urges ABC to drop Invasion Day references.
message still the same.



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Pendragon
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In Reply To: draughtsman's post @ Jan 25 2021, 07:18 AM

You realize off course, that while Trump was no Einstein, Biden is going to be much worse and much more dangerous.

 
draughtsman
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In Reply To: nipper's post @ Jan 24 2021, 06:42 PM

Ahh. The Murdoch press.


Lauded praised salivated sycophanted encouraged that deranged person who called himself the president of the United States.

What judgement they showed.


Haven’t got a leg to stand on now – lost all credibility whether in the US and here in Australia.


Wonder in what form their mea culpa will appear. It won’t of course.



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nipper
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Henceforth the selfdescribed national broadcaster will be named the IBC. This is to reflect their truculence and inability to recognise the groupthink is part of the problem, not the solution.

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Perennial issue’: ABC defends use of ‘Invasion Day’
David Geraghty / The Australian.

The ABC attracted a barrage of criticism over its decision to officially refer to January 26 as ‘Invasion Day’ in its coverage of Australia Day celebrations




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rlane
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From the ABC
Elon gives wrong signal

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By adopting the "buy now, think later" strategy, they drove the company's share price up by an astonishing 11,708 per cent (in just three days).

Its market value surged from about $US55 million to over $US6 billion in that very short period of time. That's what happens when your company's share price jumps (from 60 US cents to $US70.85) almost overnight.


 
nipper
post Posted: Jan 15 2021, 06:06 PM
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In Reply To: mullokintyre's post @ Jan 15 2021, 02:18 PM

Let it be known
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I understand and have great sympathy
for everyone.
Also uttered by Foley

... but money talks



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mullokintyre
post Posted: Jan 15 2021, 02:18 PM
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If I hear one more politician utter the words "I make no apology for " (fill in the name of latest cluster F%$$#), I am going to tear out what little hair I have left.
Martin Foley, the Vic health Minister who replaced the last person who made no apology despite the hotel quarantine fiasco, is the latest to make no apology for not allowing Victorians back into their home state, while happy to welcome a 1000 foreigners who happen to be part of the tennis troupe that tours the world making millions.
A pox on their heads (and a few other parts of their body as well).
Mick




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