SussexWHEN they got back to Battle, Giori picked up the letters and bills lying on the doormat. After the holidays it was always Giori who led them to the front door, striding ahead, amazed at the greenness of English grass, and how much it had grown in the two weeks they had been away, so unlike the parched gardens of Hungary in August.
‘A card from Andrei,’ he told the others and handed it to Barbara. ‘He was there the same day as us, the day the wall began to go up.’
Giori showed her the postmark.
‘He doesn’t know that I’m here… He doesn’t know about Tibor… He doesn’t know that Giori is here,’ said Helena. ‘And it’s too risky to tell him.’
‘He saw the wall going up,’ said Margaret. ‘Just like us, but from the other side. You were right, Giori. They wouldn’t let the people go on esca
