“You must come with me, Amir! I need you! Csilla had an accident. She is in a coma.”
I burst into tears like a child. I feel nothing but emptiness.
“All right, I’ll sort everything out. Calm down. Everything will be all right.”
“I want to leave immediately, Amir! Understand? Immediately! Tell Hadi to pack my stuff and call everyone. Let’s go!”
“Jamal!” Amir pulls me and I sigh. “Sit down, I’ll call Ibrahim. You need sedatives.”
I would protest, but I’m too weak. I don’t want sedatives. I don’t want anything but Csilla and Anna. I want them!
* * *
Everything is so distant and so confusing. The plane is on its way to Hungary, but I still feel more and more distance between me and my loved ones. Our happy moments fade away; they are replaced by agony. I’ve never felt anything like this
