Le Patrimoine - Transylvanian Taxi Driver Part Two

By Zoltan L. Bartwood

Short summary

Part I... Our great story begins in 1867 - Then we continue our adventures in the First World War to 1916. But we don't stop there, because after the end of the Great War we continue in 1919.... The Romanian troops have their sights set on occupying Budapest and obtaining a top secret document - claimed by all the major powers... And what is really: a world-destroying - inhuman weapon. Finally, a young Transylvanian military officer, Szabó Szaniszló... working as a conspiracy driver in Budapest at this time... obtains the weapon in front of the other great powers and the even more dangerous secret services, an American national security officer. Agent Bart - Full name at birth: Henry James Bart Holzer von Bartholtz) ... "I know it's a scary long name" ... who smuggles both the officer and the weapon into America. And here ends Part I... I would add that the story gives much more than I have summarized here - I would say: you will be shocked by this fantastic little adventure novel - dear reader...

Short summary

Part II... Our fine little story begins in 1867 with a little reminiscence - Then it continues on an ocean liner, where Part I ended. Captain Szabo and his family settle in New York - here Szabo drives a yellow cab. The big global economy hits the family and Captain Szabó loses his job, with a house payment over his head. He finds work on the construction of the Chrysler building hundreds of feet above the ground, where he makes strange discoveries as an engineer in the building's construction. He has an accident while scaffolding at night and breaks his leg. He is again stranded without insurance. In desperation, he digs up the letter his friend left him, leaving names and contacts in case he still wants to work for the FBI or other organizations against his will, because he hates killing. He finally accepts the Secret Service's offer. As a rookie agent, H.J. Bart works with his old friend Chief Steinfeld, who introduces him to the mysteries of what Le four is and what is finally here. Towards the middle to end of the story, the mysterious narrator is introduced, but other interesting and fantastic things also appear…

• Language: English
• Publisher: Zoltan L. Bartwood
• Release date: Mar 7, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224627639

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Le Patrimoine

Transylvanian Taxi Driver Part Two

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Bártfai Zoltán László – individual entrepreneur

Le Patrimoine

The Transylvanian taxi driver Part Two

Based on the original script by László Zoltán Bártfai

and adapted into a novel by the author himself

Zoltán László Bártfai

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Inspiration - foreword.

The book is inspired by a true story, and of course it has elements and characters taken from history, but it is also an adventure novel based on elements of history, with many characters added to real historical characters... And if you think you can find similarities - it is only a coincidence.

Original quote:

Don't waste the opportunity that a good crisis gives you!

Winston Churchill

Recommendation.

I would like to recommend this novel to Harry Hill Bandholtz, whom I respect very much, and I would like to recommend the novel to all my fellow Hungarians who have a little bit of a desire for revenge, dissatisfaction and curiosity - and of course dissatisfaction with the final decision of 1920 - June 4th... Well, in my opinion you my friends will have a great experience to follow the protagonists through a couple of centuries, from 1867 to 2044. I wish you a good time.

Original quote:

Judging from the Roman occupation of Hungary, our little Latin allies have the refined marauding appetite of a predatory fish from the Mississippi River, the chivalrous instincts of a young cuckoo bird, and the same hunger for justice as a sea-sick man has for pork and beans.

H. H. Bandholtz, President-in-Office

5 October 1919.

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In memory of Brigadier General Harry Hill Bandholtz, later Major General, who was forever remembered by the Hungarian people for his heroic deeds.

His full-length statue and commemorative plaque can still be found today in front of the United States Embassy in Budapest, despite the constant attacks by the Soviet Union and Romania

War is treachery and hatred, the confusion of helpless generals, agony and murder, sickness and fatigue, until at last it all passes away and nothing changes except that new suffering and new hatred come.

John Steinbeck

It is a strange thing to come home. Everything looks the same. It smells the same. You feel the same. You realize the only thing that's changed is you.

The strange life of Benjamin Button

Where we love is home - the home that our feet may leave, but our hearts never will.

Oliver Wendel Holmes

Foreword

Who am I?  I am the one who tells you this story, without any mistakes or distortions, just as it happened. I am the voice in your head, for we are connected, not all heads of course... not to scare you, I'm not talking about some occult madness - just us readers here and now, in the present, connected. Because I'm telling you the story in the present tense - sometimes there will be a little story in the story-net that the characters tell themselves.

Nevertheless, I ask you to accept me as your narrative chronicler. I will be your narrator in this historical novel, in which we will experience many things in addition to the real public knowledge we have learned so far.  For the moment, I wish to keep my incognito - but in time, when the flow of the story comes to me, that is, I must actually and finally reveal my person to the characters and the reader - well: I promise to leave no debt to your imagination for the whole story as a whole."

I'm willing to reveal and show something of myself... because I know that curiosity is a voracious bitch and constantly hungry - it needs to be fed...

-Prologue-

I am the grey dress

Prologue

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A képen vázlat, rajz, művészet, Gyermekrajz látható Automatikusan generált leírás

So Le Four was acquired by Captain Szabó of the Szekler army, and Henry James Bart Holzer von Bartholz of the US Secret Service in 1919, from under the noses of the other great powers and the Romanians... We already know that story... and them... but, to bring the story a little closer to home - especially for those of you who have not had the good fortune to get the first part of this great story... I will therefore present to the new readership the beginning and the end of the previous story in the first two chapters... which will make us understand Biscu Sebastian's inhuman hatred of the Hungarian people.  He inherited this hatred from his grandfather, but you could say he was a victim of it. He is also a victim of a victim...

In order to understand the monster in the heart of Biscu Sebastian and his grandfather, the deep hatred that they fed and transmitted continuously towards the Hungarian people, we have to go back in time a little, I was an eye and ear witness to it all and I documented it all accurately.

But to continue with my argument, I would like to add that this hatred has unfortunately been planted in the minds of many by the authorities. This is why collective hatred of the Hungarian people has developed in most of the Romanian people. According to my current knowledge, a whole race or people cannot be evil, only its individual elements. People who are either already in a good position, or will be: taking advantage of human folly.  Their ambition, charismatic traits, oratory skills, make them master manipulators. They have sent to guillotine and to the stake, among others, those who oppose them, just to prove their point and carry out their plan. And without exception they always invoke a higher power God and his will, or some past grievance, retribution, subjugation, taking our land, our home, to do what they do, Based on this, with very few exceptions, they almost always come out victorious... and that is why they write history. The consequence of this can be Romanian-Hungarian hatred. History is one thing, and this is not a history class. This is my story about a group of people in the Carpathian Basin. I tell the story of my favourites. It's a story of a melting pot, a story of the relationship between peoples, of hardships, of love, of hate, of wars, of five-versus... Do you know who I am? No...?

I'm the man in grey... and Le Four is just getting started...

-First chapter-

The Reconciliation

1867 - 30 March

The House of Representatives adopts a resolution consisting of 69 points

Coronation Ceremony - 8 June 1867

Matthias Church - Buda Castle District

We are in the midst of the Coronation celebrations in the Buda Castle District - on Trinity Square in front of Matthias Temple... the House of Habsburg and the Hungarian Kingdom are celebrating the much anticipated unification that has been planned for so long. The first milestone of this - the coronation of Franz Joseph as King of Hungary - is now in the offing. External and internal pressures have created a new and powerful empire where the sun never sets. And his name will be feared by the whole known world, and as a result he will, sadly, live a short life in all likelihood.

This country is called...

Austria - Hungary

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DAS IST UNSERE HEIMAT - THIS IS OUR HOMELAND

LONG LIVE THE KING AND QUEEN

Shout soldiers in both Hungarian and German - as military marches fill the square. Thousands of demonstrators and dignitaries celebrate the new empire, the new King and Queen of Hungary - Franz Joseph and his wife Queen Elisabeth... the Hungarian people's favourite royal dignitary, Sisi. The unbridled celebration of the crowd of soldiers and civilians captivates everyone present at this huge coronation ceremony.

Here and now, there is only one man who, even in defiance of death, is willing to lay down his life and express his disapproval of the affair...

A soldier in Romanian dress uniform makes his way to the podium among the celebrating crowd of high-ranking officers. But so far, no one in the crowd has noticed.

His physique shows the typical features of a Romanian man... brown hair, brown eyes, height of about 180 cm - a man with a gypsy look... a handsome man. He is very determined and confident in his way around people, sometimes even not afraid to push people aside. So far, he hasn't made a big splash in the celebrating crowd, as if he knows the consequences of his actions, he moves forward.

Meanwhile, the Austrian and Hungarian officers on the platform are making speeches to the already cheering crowd. High-ranking officers and soldiers stand and orate on the platform... making speeches... one after the other.

Without warning, the Romanian soldier draws his sword... and must know that this run will end in death. Sword against the Schoenauers. His hatred is hungry and must be fed.

- Away, you Hungarian dogs and you filthy Habsburg pigs!

He shouts in rapid succession in Hungarian and German. And with all his might he bursts out of the crowd, pushing everyone aside. An Austrian officer takes notice... who is almost certainly trained against such plans - his eyes picking out any suspicious movement...

Achtung Wachungsdienst

Shouts the Austrian officer. The guards near the platform obey the order and take notice of the Romanian soldier. Their weapons are immediately aimed at the threatening person... while 5 dozen or so soldiers surround the platform in 3 rows in cover, protecting the dignitaries.

Bereit - Feier

A képen szöveg, vázlat, kő látható Automatikusan generált leírás

- Target... fire!

Shouts the senior Austrian officer, and thrusts his sword into the air. The guns are fired almost simultaneously. Five powerful shots ring the leg, but it's actually 25 bullets, because the trained soldiers empty the magazine of the Mannlicher Schönauer (Rug Zug) containing 5 bullets into the Romanian soldier at the same time - executed with pure precision, no doubt about it. The precision and consistency is menacing to any resistance... the smell and smoke of gunpowder wafts into the air.

Several shots pass through the soldier - (RECAPS) Bullets hit him in the ribs - the bullets taking chunks of flesh from the victim as they leave the body.  It is clearly visible to all as the bullets tear the Romanian soldier's body apart, leaving huge exit holes behind.

- Reload your weapon... shoulder arms! Back to your positions!

Says the Austrian officer in a mechanical voice. The soldiers immediately follow the order, their faces betraying no emotion... no regret, no smile of satisfaction at the execution... they are doing their job as machines, but that is what they were trained to do. In a few moments they return to their positions.

The only way to tell that something's happened is that the music and the people stop screaming. Almost all eyes are on the Romanian soldier... yet, people don't realise what they are seeing. But I will tell you that if you don't mind...

The Romanian soldier stops - the blood keeps flowing from his mouth - he drops the sword - he holds his stomach and his twisted intestines with his hands... he raises his hands... all the dark blood: this liver - torn by a bullet, not to mention the intestines - blood everywhere... The soldier just stands on his feet, then drops to his knees...

-There's nothing left... and you can't do a thing, hiding behind the Habsburg house...

A gurgle escapes the Romanian soldier's mouth as he speaks, accompanied by a spurt of blood, and then he continues...

-Both countries will perish... it is written - The gods have written - you Hungarians will perish forever, your lands, your women, not a single messenger will be left for your bastard people. Not only Transylvania, but all of you will be the property of the Roman crown.

Shouts the Romanian soldier thundering as blood spurts from his mouth, after his demonstration of great thundering he falls into his own inverted pool of blood and blood.

An Austrian officer walks up to the Romanian soldier... rummages in his pockets... pulls out an ID card... a soldier's book - reads...

- Captain Biscu Sebastian... born 1844. 05.05.05 Bucharest.

Says the Austrian officer loudly. After all this, he leaves the body and walks towards the platform with a blank expression on his face. The music starts again as if nothing had happened, as nothing can disturb this ceremony.

The celebrating crowd is quickly made aware of the identity of the person... while the corpsmen scoop up his corpse. They try to lift him by his arms and legs... but the body splits in two - right at the waist, his internal organs burst, and his spinal column is exposed... the smell of blood and guts suddenly engulfs his immediate surroundings.

A few nearby revelers faint, a few vomit at the sight. Many of the stronger women put handkerchiefs to their noses and turn away.

A couple of the drunken celebrating soldiers start laughing - like an animal, as the orderlies regularly roll the two members onto the stretcher... legs and torso overhead... quickly running off with it.

A few moments and the rivalry of conversation and celebration continues with a little impromptu re-enactment...

You dirty Hungarian dogs... you will have nothing left... everything will be ours!

A drunken Hungarian soldier re-enacts the events of that day, even falling to his knees while his Austrian colleague splashes him with red wine - thus completing the show...

- empire will finally fall to nature!

The Austrian and Hungarian soldiers add with laughter, and then splash each other with red wine.

Biscu is quickly removed from the scene, as if he were a piece of stone that didn't belong there. The swirling crowd is now focused on the ceremony.

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With that, we have the very beginning of the story, and the seeds of hatred in Biscu Sebastian's heart... but he is no longer with us, only his hatred, which has infected and of course outlived several generations of gene-ration.

But we jump into a more cheerful story... for the pleasure of our dear new readers, which is the end of the previous story and the beginning of Le Patrimoine...

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-Chapter Two-

The journey and reminiscence

RMS OLYMPIC STEAMSHIP - 1919.

Record - 13 October 1919 Atlantic Ocean.

From a bird's-eye view, a gull prepares to land, watching the ship with its keen eyes as it skims the waves. Then the gull lands on the rail next to Captain Szabo. Captain Szabó, at 195 cm. tall, was a very tall man in the early 1900s - very well built... a young man in his mid-20s... Exactly 25 years old last May 5 - Brown short hair - green eyes - a mixture of a Roman soldier and an Olympian... Of course, who, not incidentally, served as a sniper in the Habsburg Army Oberkommando, Imperial and Royal Army from 1914 to 1916. Mixed Regiment, Infantry OC, Sniper Platoon...

On the Olympic steamship, people come and go, children play and the crew hand out drinks. The weather is beautiful sunny, not a cloud in the sky, but a little windy. We see Captain Szabo brooding into the distance - leaning against the rail of the boat, leaning out almost dangerously forward. He was also a military engineer and a specialist in delicate tasks...

But let's say it bravely - he shot men from afar, but only the bad ones - through the valiant Székely Ka-tona he shot diligently at the Romanian soldiers who plundered his country - raping their women... Of course, he always acted on orders - except for one occasion, but I'd rather not tell you about that. Unfortunately, his career ended in 1916 in the Battle of Bucharest... when he lost an eye - which has since become lifeless glass - and can't see very well with it... and it's no good for a marksman to shoot blindly at 1000-1500 yards. He did try once - and that was the ominous infamous case that must not be spoken of... But Captain Szabo likes to reflect on the moments of the past, even if they weren't all that nice...

The seagull, who is standing beside him intact, and who is beginning to be impatient that he has nothing to offer this man... suddenly meets Captain Szabo's gaze. The gull nods his head a little, there is something strange about this man, the gull thinks to himself... Szabo can see it clearly in the bird. Then he comments...

-Oh, my friend, if only I could have your eyes again.

He says to the seagull... and sinks into his memories...

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Bucharest - parade - 18 November 1918

The penultimate day of the First World War

When Romania re-entered the war.

Captain Szabo is watching the events through binoculars, with the Romanian top secret service agent, nicknamed Benga Pancsilla Lupei, in his sights, handing out medals.

-You son of a bitch! In '16, you swam... If Bucharest hadn't fallen, the worms would have eaten your fucking body. You've been given a lot, but now you're being sentenced - don't shit yourself - just hand out the plecsnik... you shitbag. Captain Szabo's eyes in the binoculars show a picture of one blinking full of life and another lifeless glass as motionless as a rock. It is probable that a one-eyed sniper is not a very reliable marksman - especially if his aiming eye is glass - and that is why he could not have succeeded in this case... Then suddenly the overcast sky turns to sunshine, and in the distance, as seen from the platform, several flashes of light can be seen... Biscu quickly jumps in front of Prezán.

- Shooter, Shooter, Get down! Up there

in the park...

But it doesn't help Biscu, because just after he said those words, bullets hit his body, his shoulder and his pectoral muscle... two in total. In a split second, the bullets arrive...

DUV, DUV, DUV, DUV, DUV, DUV

Five in total, but we see no more impacts, everyone is prone on the platform, soldiers are using their tes to protect their senior officers. Captain Szabo watches his impromptu little circus act, chuckles and disappears from the park, which was about five hundred yards from the ceremony.

And that's why he was working as a Conflis driver in Budapest...

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A familiar voice suddenly brings him back to the present, he is standing again on the stern deck at the ship's rail, the seagull is still there, but immediately leaves the airspace without take-off permission and breadcrumbs, because he is quite frightened by the voice of H.J. Bart, who is shouting at Szabo from about 50 metres away...

General H.J Bart is walking from the deck towards Captain Sabo - he has a glass in his hand... He finds it difficult to get through the shouting crowd - and you can see he is very afraid of the contents of the glass - it would look like whisky... and it is. General H.J. Bart... full name Henry James Bart Holzer von Bartholz is doing his extremely sike-res job as a general... And among the Hungarian people, all of the current ten million... Including me - he is hugely popular... after his feat at the National Museum. And so he could take the podium alongside Major General Harry Hill Bandholtz, who had stepped up to the podium a little earlier in 1919. I'm not a Hungarian, but I like him too.

In one of his famous stories... He is the man who, with death-defying courage, with his two colonels by name... the brave and highly superstitious Rohr, of Swiss ancestry, and the gentle grizzled bear Colonel Scherz, together with the good old bear, stole Le Four, the book that everyone wants, from under the noses of the Romanian army and the whole world. He put it in a safe place, except for 4 pages he promised Captain Szabo to free his ha-za.

So such a fine man is our General - who, by the way - 44 years old - is a perfect officer - and a small soldier on the outside... Extremely proud of his uniform - intelligent face - 185 cm tall - short sporting hair, typically moustached - freshly shaven - inquisitive green eyes... We would see him as a perfect combination of time-warping Indiana Jones and Zorro... And it is. HJ Bart is walking towards the Captain with a freshly printed telegram in his hand. He walks over to Captain Szabo, who is marveling at the size of the ocean. Not far from them, Captain Szabo's wife and his wife are playing nurse with little Victoria. The tiny fragile son of Captain Sebastian Biscu is feeding on his mother's breasts in her mother's lap.

Another seagull approaches the ship from above, and sees the ship as it sails over the waves before it lands to refuel on breadcrumbs and whatnot. The aforementioned seagull coma lands in the very same sacred spot from which its fellow seagull just departed with a rumbling stomach. This seagull seems a little more pushy, and looks at Szabo with a piercing eye in the hope of a bite to eat, while General H.J.Bart comes straight to Szabo, diligently defending his drink from crowds of people who come and go as if it were compulsory, children playing and staff handing out cocktails... To adults, of course. The weather is beautiful sunny, not a cloud in the sky, but a bit windy.

Bart, with a printed telegram in his hand, approaches Captain Szabo, who is marveling at the size of the ocean. Captain Szabo's wife and his wife's sister Esther are playing with little Viktoria on the deck with little Sebestyén in her arms and smiling with happiness. Little Victoria tries to catch the seagulls, but with little success. Her mum runs after her among the passengers, but she doesn't quite catch up with the lively little girl, and Viktória, tired of laughing, finally stops and sits down.

At the ship's rail, HJ Bart gives Szabó the latest news.

- Here is the latest news. Interested? It just came in from Rohr with a radio telegraph.

- What's in it, sir?

- Well, it seems the Almighty never sleeps.

Bart's joking.

- What do you mean, sir?

- I read it more like Captain... In Budapest, a soldier of the Romanian army was stabbed Saturday night into Sunday. causing no small alarm among the Romanian command...

Seagulls hovering overhead