When renowned film director Péter Gárdos wrote the story, he intended it as a film script, but eventually he made it into a novel. “Fever at Dawn,” the love story of two Holocaust survivors―the author’s parents―has ever since sold in more than 20 territories.
To me, the shouting Nazis staging their brutal raids on civilian shelters hunting for Jews in hiding, like me, appeared as dumb, cruel, homicidal monsters pretty low on my scale of threats, after the continuous aerial bombardment, the ubiquitous disease-carrying vermin and the contaminated drinking-water supply that got me in the end.
Father clambered in order to feel around the place of the tongue that
was not to be found... The onlookers, affronted to
their toll-paying core, nodded away. They had not paid good money out
for this. Father checked the mouths of all four lions but did not find a
tongue in any. Tumult, as the district rag put it.