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Money and Love
"And what else did you find in the big cities?"
I did not dare to admit that the big city frightened me. It was all right when I was dealing with merchants, but elsewhere I always had the feeling that I didn't belong, that a waiter might come up to me and ask me what the devil I was doing sitting at a table with the guests.
There was another thing I'd seen in Budapest, I told my former teacher, that stirred me. I'd been to a theater. It was like a music hall and what I liked best about it was the air of good humor, light talk, and fun. And the actors seemed to be enjoying themselves, too. Even when I'd made a bad business deal, I could go to this place and forget everything. There was an actor there who could make me laugh by saying something as simple as "What time is it?" His name was Sakall, Szoke Sakall, and he was tall and good-looking and he had something I could not describe.
"The word," Schwarz said, "is charm. Yes, you have been hearing the music." Then he paused. "But why have you come back?"
I avoided answering the question. I did not know how to tell him that I had fallen in love.
Her name was Rosika. I could not tell him about it because it was a beautiful and hopeless love. Despite my success in the world of business, despite my travels, despite the music I had heard in Budapest, where had I found true love? Right in my own home town.
She was the daughter of the police chief. I had seen the great beauties of Budapest, the painted and gorgeouslydressed hussies of a wartime capital. Beside Rosika, these were as artificial as Meissen figurines.
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