RECOMMENDATION
109 Words
This book is dedicated to the “kids” of Budapest
who fought so bravely against
overwhelming Soviet armor,
and to our grandkids, so they never forget.
They call me Cheetah because of my speed. Yesterday I was a fourteen-year-old schoolgirl with dreams of making the Olympics one day. Today I killed a man. I wasn’t born a killer. I had a loving mother and father. It all started in front of the Radio Building in Budapest, on October 23, 1956. Now I have no mother and no father. Now the closest thing to my heart is the submachine gun slung around my neck. I am the daughter of the Revolution now.
- Writer
