| With Love - Moritz Mama My Darling Grandson: Zoltan Today is the '120'th day, that you are gone, from the living, and I'm writing to you again, the same way as we used to talk. Because at my heart, your still alive. There is not a day go by, when I am not thinking, or talking to you, truthfully, because we love you so much. In my thinking, I will go back to September 29, 2001, when we arrived to Bridgeport, CT. from Toronto, Canada. As I met Jennifer, with your Grandfather and Mother, and your Aunt Susan, the first question I asked her was: 'Are you pregnant'? Her answer was 'I hope so.' I asked her: 'You were there, when this murder happened, of my Grandson'? Her answer was: 'I was holding Zoli's hand, and he said 'I am so cold, and I told him your hands are warm.' Then she contradicted herself. She said: 'I don't know what I am talking about.' I mentioned this to the Police too. Then Jennifer gave us some pictures, I don't know where it was taken, or when it was taken. On your left-side, a a tall guy named 'Anthony', and on your right-side, a skinnier guy, which I recognized, because a few years ago, when you were 'body-building', you sent me a picture, and this guy, is on your right-side, on that picture too. Then at the Police Station, a day later, we ran into them, we were coming out, and they were coming in. We recognized them from the pictures, he had an e-mail printout, which was a short sentence - '24 year-old man, Zoltan Kiss, murdered in Bridgeport.' And in small letters: 'e-mail it to your friend.' He cried, the other guy didn't say anything. I don't even want to waste too much time on this, because they were not your friends, they used you. My Darling: I said it to you so many times, 'it's not the right thing, to stay in the United States, illegally, with no valid papers', I even asked you- 'Don't do what your father's sister did - buy a marriage,' that's how she became a U.S. Citizen'. I always wanted to protect you, from the wrong kind of friends, who influenced your adolescence. You always stood by, every crummy friends, who I criticized. You always wanted to protect them, and even took the blame for them, when you were the one, who was innocent. You even protected your friends - girlfriends, who you only knew - through your friends. I wish it with all my heart, that you could have got my mail, and my messages, maybe I could have done or said - something, which could have protected you, from this violent death. I know it for sure, you didn't drove to Pembroke and Shelton - by yourself. You were naive, but not stupid'. Jennifer never gave you the key, to her mother's car, she had to be there, with at least - 4 of your friends, they all got out of the car, and you were left there, in the driver's seat, the motor running, and waiting for them, to come back. Some argument, maybe a fight, something went viciously wrong, they were probably running in all directions, and you were the victim, with the motor running, and you got the '25' bullets. At this Pembroke Street, Pembroke and Shelton corner, even if it's a bad neighborhood, there are working people living in these homes, who are coming home from work, or going to work. They had to see the car running, and you sitting in it, and there are children, in these homes, and children - usually wake-up at night, which wakes the parents up-too. And for the gun fire, people automatically look out on the window. Somebody had to call the Ambulance, or it was your friends: who ran away. Or Jennifer stayed with you, until the Ambulance arrived. My Precious Grandson: I have to tell you know, she is 'LYING'! As I mentioned it before, I am not religious, I believe in my own god, and these animals, who MURDERED you, and destroyed our lives, 'FOREVER', - will be caught! And I hope, they will get the 'Stiffest Sentence - By Law! I don't have any supernatural power, in 1981, when your father wanted to take you out of Canada, with your Mother, I only had one sentence: 'I hope my god, will stop them, and they can't take my precious Grandson away.' And your father was stopped by the law. I pray to my god, every single day, as he stopped your father then - which was August the 28th: 'Should catch these Murderers, and bring them to Justice.' I Love You My Darling, and I Miss You Very Much! I will write to you later on, with all my love - Moritz Mama. January 2002 http://www.geocities.com/murderinconnecticut/memoriesfromgrandparents5.html |