Livia Dragila: „The Story of My Life“
I was born on February 18,1907, in a small town on the Danube River. I was told that the day was „un ger mare,” even the Danube froze. In my little city there was a high school and a court house. The residence of the nearby villages (nine of them) would come to the city to conduct business and use the court house. There were three churches in the city: one Romanian Orthodox, one Roman Catholic and one Serbian Orthodox Church. The Romanian Orthodox and Catholic Churches were located on the main street of the town. The Serbian Orthodox Church was located on a back street. Once, in 1910, there was a terrible storm and a damn broke on the Danube. Because the streets near the river were along the bank, the Serbian church was flooded and the inside was full of fish.
We had two Romanian teachers in our local elementary school, even though we were under the jurisdiction of the Austro-Hungarian Empire. We were taught how to read and write in Romanian, but Romanian was only used in our religious classes. All other subjects were taught in Hungarian.
What I remember about life in my city was that in 1914, the army brought a „Big Bertha” into my city. A „Big Bertha” was an artillery piece which was invented by the Germans. The army used the gun to shell the Serbian town across the Danube. Our city was „kitty-corner” from the Serbian town of „Smedesevk.” When the gun was fired, all the doors and windows in the house had to left open. My mother woke up one night and >>>>>Livia Dragila>>>>>
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