People were out on the street in droves. No curfew here. Many were inspecting the damage caused by several days of fighting. A roof was missing from one building. An entire corner of another was blown away on Kossuth Boulevard. A once-beautiful wrought-iron balcony was twisted as it dangled under a crater left by a shell. The carcass of two tanks and an armored car blocked the road.
We were forced into a detour. This section of the city was shot up, and badly, but some of the residents were already out shoveling the rubble into neat piles near the curb. None of the streetlights worked, so we had to go slow. Eventually we got on Üllői Avenue where we had our last skirmish with the Russian tanks. In the daylight I could see what the tank shells had done to the buildings. Craters stood in pl
