Photo taken in:BudapestYear when photo was taken:1925Country name at time of photo:HungaryCountry name today:Hungary
This is me as a girl. I learned to read, in secret, when I was three and a half years old. I didn't tell anybody. There were all kinds of things at our house. The newspapers and periodicals which weren't taken by the customers, came back to the post office, so my father brought home heaps of good reading material. I was upset because I didn't know what to do with all this, so when we went out walking, I used to ask them which letter was which, and I started to put the pieces together. My father brought the sensationalist tabloid newspaper called Est [Evening], and I read it from the first letter to the last. When I was four and a half years old, I told them I could read. 'All right', they said. 'But it's true, I can read. Shall I prove it to you?' 'Show us,' they said. 'This is Est.' I said, to which they replied: 'All right, you know that this is Est.' 'Yes?', I said, and I looked through it and read out: 'Lover hacked to pieces with hatchet.' My parents looked at each other, 'ahem,' they said, 'aha'. Thereupon they hid the Est. Then I read the phonebook. My father felt pity for me and said, 'Don't struggle with that, I'll bring you books to read'. And he brought me the Greek myths called Olympus by Jozsef Gereb. And I started to read like a madman, and I still read today.