A girl, Patricia, joined us in the kindergarten group in a regional town in Hungary. We have never had a child visiting before. Now we had someone from Chile. I remember being full of questions but don’t remember how and when I received answers. It was in 1974 or 1975, just a couple of years after the start of the Pinochet regime in Chile. Many who were active in the Communist Party have left Chile. My mother tells me now that Patricia has arrived with her parents and then was left here to live with my favorite kindergarten teacher, aunty Jutka. She later heard that she followed her parents back to Chile and her parents were executed.
Patricia was in the kindergarten the next day. A darker skinned girl with curly hair and a smiley face. One day my mother brought the newspaper with excitement and showed me the article and the photo of Patricia and me in the kindergarten. The newspaper’s words still ring in my ears: “Patricia and her new friend Zsuzsa”. ‘Her new friend’ – it did sound magical. We also invited her once to Zalakaros bath close to our town. The photo was taken there.
In the picture, which was taken at the bath, we are standing on the playground in a structure we called the spaceship. The three of us, Patricia, my sister and me wear swimsuits and smile as we look into the camera, enjoying the opportunity to have our picture taken.
I lost sense of how long Patricia stayed with us in the kindergarten but one day she was not there. There was no explanation given that I would remember. I missed her presence. I have been thinking a lot about her since, especially when I look at the old photo, worrying about where she is, if she is OK.