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Determined to live in freedom at all costs and escape communism, a brave refugee family of 11 escapes in the middle of the night during a Russian occupation attempt in Budapest, Hungary.

There are approximately 84 million refugees that were forcibly displaced in the world. This is one of those stories.

Determined to live in freedom at all costs and escape communism, a brave refugee family of 11 escapes in the middle of the night during a Russian occupation attempt in Budapest, Hungary. This book is written through the eyes of a brave, young woman led by the light of her faith despite the harsh struggles of the journey to freedom.

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Publié par	WestBow Press
Date de parution	02 septembre 2022
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781664261617
Langue	English

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ESCAPE TO FREEDOM

EVA CARUSO

Copyright © 2022 Eva Caruso.

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Scripture taken from the King James Version of the Bible.

ISBN: 978-1-6642-6160-0 (sc)
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Library of Congress Control Number: 2022905290

WestBow Press rev. date: 08/31/2022
Contents
Prologue
Acknowledgements

Chapter 1The Revolution
Chapter 2The Secret Plan
Chapter 3Dangers Lurking on Every Side
Chapter 4Escape in the Night
Chapter 5Refugee Life
Chapter 6Prison
Chapter 7Reunion at Last
Chapter 8The Austrian Sojourn
Chapter 9Salzburg: One More River to Cross
Chapter 10Ohio, USA! 1959
Chapter 11Land of the Free and Home of the Brave
Chapter 12The Americanization of Eva
Chapter 13The Search for Happiness
Chapter 14Can this Marriage Be Saved?
Chapter 15Starting Over
Chapter 16Downhill Slide
Chapter 17A Curve in the Road
Chapter 18State Fairs - A New World
Chapter 19California, USA
Chapter 20Set Free by Christ
Chapter 21Walls and Stumbling Blocks
Chapter 22Deeper in the Spirit
Chapter 23Freedom Through Service
Chapter 24God is Always on Time
Prologue
If God can take a little Hungarian refugee girl, set her free, and make her into a new creature in Christ, He can certainly change the reader of this book into someone special, too.
Telling the story of my life requires revealing much about myself; at times, that has been a very painful process. However, I set my eyes on my goal – to lift up the name of the Lord and show how He performs His miracles and how He loves you and I, dear reader.
The beauty of all this soul-searching and looking back, probing into buried heartaches and digging up memories I’d rather forget, has been surprising to say the least. As I have forced myself to examine my life, I have also struggled with the decision to be truthful, through the Holy Spirit, and reveal my inner healing in those very areas which are so painful to recall.
Even as my ego and pride shrank from letting you see my sinful self, the Spirit of God has taken my wounds and healed them with the power of His grace. I pray that you too, dear reader, will discover Jesus in the beginning and end of all things.

Eva washing clothes at a well in Hungary 1953
Acknowledgements
I began to write my testimony two years after my conversion, at first intending it to only be a journal for myself and perhaps, for my family. A year later, my brother wrote about our escape from Hungary and I incorporated that hurt into my own story. His manuscripts helped me with many details that I could not immediately recall, as I was a child when they happened. A writer friend of mine then encouraged me to think about a book. One of my sisters advised me and helped me recount many details of our family life. I then met a wonderful woman, a member of my church who also was an editor and writer. She showed me some of her published work and invited me to a Christian writers’ critique group which met monthly in her home. The encouragement of that group helped me keep writing. With the help of those in the group, my story had become a book in just two years.
As I stumbled along with not much more than a loose grasp of writing in the English language, the Lord laid it on my dear friend’s heart to review my work and make the necessary changes that would help transform it into a proper manuscript. To me, it was a miracle that someone would spend countless hours and effort working on this manuscript only for the love of Jesus and I, and because others felt that my story was worth telling.
CHAPTER ONE
The Revolution

“Anyuka! Anyuka!” My older brother’s voice sounded frightened as he came running into the house. “I was halfway down the mountain when out of nowhere, I saw three large objects flying through the air!” he gasped, his face was flushed and red. “What was it?” asked my second oldest brother. “They were artillery shells, I think. Someone is shooting guns. I was so scared!” he said breathlessly. Now, the whole family had crowded the room. My mother ran in. “Anyuka! Mother!” My brother flung himself into her arms. Before anyone could say another word, we all heard a terrible noise and ran outside where he had been tending the pigs a few minutes prior. We could see that a great chunk of the mountain had been blown away by artillery, scattering debris and killing the pigs. “Oh, what on earth is happening?” my mother cried. We all ran back into the house and peered out the windows for hours, but there were no more explosions that day. Since we had no radio, we found out what had happened the next day from our neighbors.
It was war! The Hungarian Revolution had begun. Since 1945, Hungary had been under rigid Communist control, but a brave group of men had formed an underground army. They harassed the Russian oppressors from time to time, but now they had launched an all-out attack, hoping to regain freedom and drive out the Russians. At first, the Russians seemed to withdraw as they were caught by surprise. But by October 30 th , the brave Freedom Fighters had triumphed with their fierceness and determination. Hungarian politicians promised free elections and demanded that the Russians get out. The western nations were called upon to send help and even appealed to the United Nations. But to the shame of the world, no help came for Hungary. On November 4 th , the Russian tanks surrounded the city and after a few days of heavy fighting, the Hungarian revolt was crushed. The Russians installed their own puppet ruler. Thousands of Hungarians fled and early in 1957, the Russians retaliated by executing and jailing thousands of people suspected of helping with the abortive revolution.
I was born in Hungary, close to Budapest. It is the largest township and farming area in the country and sits among five large mountains. I was the fifth child and second daughter among eleven children. I was twelve years old at that time of the Hungarian Revolution.
On October 23, 1956, the autumn leaves colored the earth with brilliant red and gold. The days were getting short and the nights cold. Work in our fruit orchard was at the end of the season. As one of twelve children, all I knew at the time was how it affected our family and our family life. We were paralyzed with fear. We blockaded ourselves in our homes, wondering what would happen next. Luckily, we had our own orchard, so we had lots of canned fruit stored away in case of an emergency. This came in handy for us, as the people in the cities were under siege for many days.
Most of the fighting took place in and around Budapest and we could hear the sound of the cannon fire. Our friends living near the main roads told us of the destruction they had caused. The city was in chaos as the battle for control of our land went on. Already, the Communists controlled the stores, factories and most businesses. During the brief days of fighting the workers struck, parlaying commerce. Under the Communist domination, heavy taxes took most of our money. My father and my two oldest siblings, aged 15 and 16, worked in the factories and pooled their earnings to support our large family. Each year, my mother had another child. Her load was heavy, but we never heard her complain. She used to sing when the going got rough, for God was very real to her. She would sing quite often in her beautiful soprano voice. On Sundays, we would always go to church in the city. We children enjoyed not having to do our chores and playing with other children, traveling back and forth on the bus. At age twelve, I was somewhat of a mother myself, as it was my responsibility to care for the younger children. There was Gabe, ten; Pete, nine; Sue, eight; Sara, six; Gus, four; and Elsie, two.
Though it seemed much longer, the battle for Hungarian freedom lasted only 10 days. Each night. My oldest brother Francis would tell us of the horrors that took place as the fighting raged. The Freedom Fighters ranged from teenagers to old men, fighting with anything, sometimes, even with their bare hands. They used whatever methods they could: burning pillows became missiles, hillsides were greased so steel tank treads would slip, overturned planes simulated mine fields, tank drivers were lured out and gunned down. Their vehicles were then confiscated by the Hungarians who would then use the Russian tanks against them. W