CHAPTER 3The next day was bright and sunny. We were part of a huge crowd that had gathered on the city’s west bank, the Buda side, all geared up to cross the Danube and march on Parliament. Our spirits were high. Michelangelo said his injured leg was fine. He felt better than ever. He really liked the armband my aunt made for us. We were all wearing them, me, Michelangelo, Sewer Rat and Sister Ágnes. My friend Mariska tagged along, and I was happy about that. She was the only one among us without a Hungarian armband, so I ended up giving her mine. She was so excited, she was ready to jump out of her skin. She had never seen so many people before.
Sewer Rat said he had left his gun behind. This was going to be a peaceful protest. We didn’t want the radio to accuse us of being “armed counte
