Uncle János directed us with a tomahawk
"If my tomahawk is up, stop. If we hear shooting, barking, or buzzing, or we see a light, lie down on the earth. We go one after the other keeping one meter distance in single file. Don’t smoke, don’t stop, don’t eat, just go or lie down.’’ – said uncle János, the trafficker, as the three young men, Jenő Ivánfi among them, left the gypsy barracks and continued their way to the border. They walked in a wood, the fallen leaves smoothed their steps: "While we were walking we heard dogs barking, tommy-guns crying, ’downs!’ It was raining, it was a sleet, but we couldn’t do other but lie down if it was needed on the wet soil. We pushed us to the soil and we waited until it turned to be silent again, then we stood up and we went on in single file.” Then they heard the buzzing of a car. A serpentine road led to the hill above their heads and a Soviet armoured car was approaching: "It crawled along and its headlights lit the trees above our heads as it was proceeding. We waited for it to pass. They didn’t notice us because they probably was looking up and ahead. Then we stood up and we went on.” The most dangerous section was the "nobody’s land” which was checked by guards from the watch towers hidden at the edge of the forest. You couldn’t see these towers from either side but from the direction of the shootings where the branches were cut. Furthermore there was an invisible wire in the middle of the border zone. If it was pulled, the defence system would activate lighting rockets in order that the guards could target at the refugees. "We arrived to the edge of the wood. The clouds disappeared, the Moon was up, the trees had sharp shadow, and we saw in front of us clearly the 'nobody’s land.' Everything was cleared there. The grass was cut, the bushes and the tree were rooted. God, help us," Jenő Ivánfi recalled. They went on. They noticed the wire in time, they took it firmly while they were getting over: "Neither a shooting, neither a rocket, nothing –, and in the moonlight they entered the forest on the other side of the field.” They still had to cross the small river Pinka, but the water only reached to their knees so it wasn't a problem. They stopped and uncle János gave the last instructions: ’Sir, you should go in this way straight ahead and there you will find the border. God bless you!’ He didn’t ask any money from them, but he received as much as the young men had with them.