Liza's Story Part 9

I wonder how her days went by for the gentle girl on the street. Where did she find a shelter during daytime, when she could? How did the young and curious Elizabeth see the streets of the eighth district of Budapest? What insights did she gain from looking at the beer trolleys outside the pub?

During the day, Elizabeth tried to attend masses. On one occasion, she was in the Church of the Perpetual Adoration, where she heard a sermon that was thought-provoking for her. The Father spoke about the difference between the terms "transubstantiation" and "transubstantiation", proving the correctness of the latter.

As a special gift of Elizabeth, she was able to reflect for days on a single sentence or word, and so it was in this case!

I - the writer of these lines - asked myself why she could "reflect" so much on these two terms. He started to tell me a story:

- O dear brother Secretary! You can't imagine what an interesting world it was then, full of life and extraordinary things!

I used to walk a lot in the old village streets of the eighth district, on the one hand because I was looking for a job, and on the other hand I was so interested in everything! I especially admired the beer trolleys with the big Murakö horses, and the way they deftly rolled the huge barrels off the trolley, it was a real magic trick! One day, also outside a pub, I was looking at a loaded barrow. They were carrying wine in small barrels, stacked on top of each other. One of the drivers shouted to the barman, "Hanzi! We've brought some excellent white wine. Would you like some?"

The barman came out of the door for a moment, wiping his hands on his once white apron and calling out loudly: "We don't want white, kids, we only want one red wine!"

The two barmen whispered to each other, and I guessed that they only had white wine. But then one of them