"I’ll take a walk by the river Sajo, I’ll watch the water” – says Krisztian Ronto. He showed me the place on the riverbank from where they shot at him. "Do you see that small, shallow sandy patch? Now that’s where they shot from. I was told when I was released from the hospital. I was standing on the steps. I dont’t step into the light – he said a few years earlier. – I was lying in the garden resting my leg during the day ,because even a little bit of walking tired me out." Airliners passed by slowly in the sky above him. Meanwhile, the flooded Sajo returned to its bed, leaving tiny pools behind – like tarns remaining after the turmoil of the rolling flood. Like the stripes of a zebra, shadows were cast on their bottom through their translucent water by the wind that was beginning to pick up on the riverbank. Dry mud gave a red glow to the studs of the weeping willows.

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Alsózsolca, Hungary, 2011