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label?’ I knew his writing by now, but what I really meant was why did he do it for Gran.
    Luke loped into the room.‘Yeah. She asked me to work the player to record some SBS foreign language television program. Lost her glasses, so she asked me to write a label in case it got mixed up with the other tapes.’
    â€˜What’s the doco about?’ I turned the black cassette over as if it was a clue.
    â€˜Some Hungarian Revolution in 1956. She kept using the freeze frame. I think she was looking for someone in the crowd.’
    â€˜D’you think she was there?’ Maybe this was a clue to her past? I remembered the newspaper clipping date.
    â€˜In Hungary? Showed her some Hungarian links from the Dead Person’s Society. She was pumped about that.’ Luke paused, thinking about my question. ‘Or do you mean was she in the video?’ He fiddled with the pile of old videos, checking the labels.
    â€˜Both. Hey, this
Missing Millions
label here is in your writing. What’s that?’
    For a minute I wondered if she’d taped her will, but then I realised.
    â€˜TV show about people who leave money and no wills. Finding who should get it. Your gran wanted the presenter’s phone number.’ Luke explained.
    The
Missing Millions
date was only a few weeks ago. ‘What about the date?’I ask.
    Luke thought I meant the Hungarian video. ‘Well ’56 is a bit of a clue. The Olympic Games were in Melbourne. Saw that on Foxtel
Olympics Flashbacks
a couple of times.’
    I knew, for a different reason. Pa was in the 1956 Melbourne Olympics. Then he stayed here and never went back to Hungary or even went on holiday outside Australia. He always said that home was good enough for him. I thought it was because he liked Australia so much, but maybe it was because it was dangerous for him to visit some other places.
    â€˜D’you reckon your gran watched SBS and the foreign docos to find out about her old life? Wouldn’t her passport be stamped to say when she came into Australia?’ Those glasses were not chick-magnets, but sometimes Luke’s brain connected with his mouth. He often asked questions that led to more questions.
    â€˜No passport so far.’
    I pushed the tape in, hit PLAY and stared at the war images of protesters marching. The Revolution. More grey backgrounds. Maybe there was a link with that creased photo. ‘Just a sec.’ I rummaged in my backpack for the photo. ‘D’you reckon this was about the same time? Does the guy look like anyone here?’
    â€˜Dunno,’ Luke took a quick look. ‘Might be. Same war-type background. They all look a bit the same unless you know the person.’
    I hit REWIND, then checked frames for face matches. Lots of dark hair, uniforms and beards. Like clones. Why was she so keen on Hungary? Just to help with my assignment? Until Mr Grant gave us that project, I knew she’d come to Australia in 1956, but not much else. You think of your gran as always old; you don’t think about her ever being a kid or even a girl your own age. Gran was just Gran, and she was old.
    Wait. A similar face with a subtitle in English.
Activist Tibor.
I hit STOP and the frame was frozen. The activist Tibor was captured on video, but what else could be done with him?
    â€˜Forgot training.’ Luke glanced at his watch. ‘Mum’s offered to drive us if you want to go. Said she was sorry she couldn’t make it to the funeral. Had an urgent delivery the other side of the city. Triple rates.’
    â€˜Did she send you instead?’ I asked. Luke’s mum ran a courier business that was just making a living. She delivered envelopes and packages all over the city and suburbs. There wasn’t a lot of spare cash in the Warne family, but they managed. So I understood she couldn’t turn down urgent work.
    Luke shook his head. ‘Nup. Just thought I’d come. Show my respects, Dad