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Then the partisans set off through the corn field towards another farm, where Cseszak lived.There were three Cseszak farms in the countryside and ours was the first the partisans visited.That evening they broke into another Cseszak farm and there they castrated another Cseszak whodied on the spot.They took someone with them as a hostage and he told me all this (later he hid under theleafes of a big pumpkin in the corn field and managed to escape that way).The partisan who shot my brothers regretted it later saying, "Why did I kill them when Iknew their father and grandfather." Another partisan tried to comfort him by saying, "Don'tregret it, two Hungarians less!" The murderer lived some distance from our grandparents' house.Later we lived there too, in one of the houses on Marshal Tito Street. Later on he married aHungarian woman. Once, when he got drunk in the bar, he also showed some regret: "Everyonewho we killed deserved it except the two boys!" The bar owner told my father. I knew that hewas living near us, but I did not know him, because he worked at the court in Novi Sad and hespent little time in Becse. I knew his wife, she was always looking out of the window.Once, in the mid sixties when my sister and I went to the artesian well for some water. ASerbian man said that he was very much distressed. He asked us whose children we are and howold. My sister a university student then, spoke to him and I was still in secondary school. Hewas surprised at our ages and talked to us in a very quiet voice. He asked "Aren't you grown upyet?" He asked my sister to visit him at the Court in Novi Sad. He wanted to get a scholarship forher. We didn't visit him.Returning to the day of the massacre, September 18, 1944, my mother was left alone onthe farm. Later one of our neighbors came to see her and stayed with her until the next morning.The news of the tragedy had spread very quickly. Having heard the news, Cseszak came overearly in the morning. He cried and said again and again: "They were very good children."Cseszak left for Hungary, from the farm that morning and died there. His son81died in Becse a few years ago.My father was taken to Verbasz. September 18 he and another man were told to gohome. He had a bad feeling at once, why? His friend's house was blown up and his family diedthere. My father came from Verbasz to Becse by train. He heard on the train about the two boyswho had been murdered in Becse the previous night, they were children. As they talked about itmore, he started to recognize the place. He asked who they were and was told. They also saidthat the mother and father-in-law were in the next railway car, so he could go and ask them. Mygrandparents lived in Szenttamas and had gotten on the train there. My father went to them andthey gave the same news. When my father arrived in Becse, he went to purchase two coffinswhich he took to the farm. There was an air raid alarm during the funeral so the mourners had totake cover somewhere as quickly as they could, they ran in every direction. My mother couldn'tgo anywhere, she fainted and was left at the grave. Karoly and Gyula Kovacs are buried near thechurch in the Central Cemetery. If you stand opposite the church, it is on your right.This story was written by Terez Kovacs who lived in Hungary from 1986. I was born in1949.Please let me know about any events organized in the memory of the murdered innocentpeople. I would like to do something to help."