Yes – Gusztav and Attila.

rt1newedwebGusztav was the leader of the two it seemed. He stood about 6 feet high and was portly. Gusztav had the classic Hungarian guy beard – I can't really describe it but you might know what that looks like.


His voice was low in tone and he had a dry sense of humor. All in all I hit it off with him just fine and he had a preconceived trust in me, probably because of my previous successful interaction with his peers.

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Attila was another story.

He was a steely eyed fellow, short and built like a tank. He was very distrusting by nature and I realized that if we were at war with the Hungarians, Attila would be the one who would take great pleasure in killing you on the battlefield -


slowly.......


But these were peaceful times and I figured if I wanted the Hungarian's business I would have to find a way of dealing with Attila. After a while things with him improved slightly but I always thought he secretly wanted to kill me.


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Gusztav and Attila sent me home with -- you guessed it – more plans.


Now I'm supplying four Hungarian builders. My two hour long commutes to their part of town were frequent and cost a fortune in gas and time but they were worth it.


The Hungarians had become a huge part of my monthly sales and of course I took good care of them. I even started sending them meat! I always thought that's what good sales guys sent their best clients – manly, bonding, packages of meat.


All went well for about a year and a half and then I started getting suspicious.


Zoltan's brother was one of the clients. He was doing the now famous Hungarian rehab trick to a house he purchased in one of the most expensive areas in the whole state. I met him by chance at the site one day as they were tearing down 95 percent of the place and I asked him what he did for work.


He told me he dry cleaned clothes and that his wife was a secretary.

I assumed he owned a chain of dry cleaning places and that she was Johnnie Cochran's secretary, but in fact he just worked for a dry cleaning place and she was working a low profile secretarial gig in some office downtown.


I wondered how on earth they could afford this.

rt4zoltanweb2Zo ( I was comfortable enough to call him Zo by now) was traveling a lot it seemed. Off to New York City one week and Eastern Europe the next. Everyone involved in these rehabs was of Hungarian descent. Every carpenter, every sub – even the architects drawing the plans – all Hungarian. I did a bit of research on the Hungarian community in that area and discovered there was a huge Hungarian Underground presence there.

Hmmmmm.....

The frequent travel –

all bills to paid by the tenth –

little brother's 2 million dollar house despite his blue collar income -

a total lack of any other nationality involved in the work -

Yep,

I was dealing with the Underground!!

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I started getting anxious about this – sure this was the legitimate part of the enterprise but the images from all those spy movies were haunting me.


I had fantasies of somehow screwing things up for these guys and Attila sharpening his kitchen knife thinking to himself –


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I thought I should probably get out of this somehow but didn't want to get anyone upset. Sure the money was great but I just didn't feel comfortable doing this anymore.


I told my boss about it and he said I should do whatever felt right. There was enough physical distance between our yard and the territory these guys were working in to tell the white lie that I was moving to another state (which I eventually did) and would not be able to cover the accounts any longer.


I handed them over to another sales guy from the same yard but he didn't have much luck with them. Dr. J was completely out of the picture by now (presumably in Attila's freezer) so I didn't think it would get back to them that I was still around.


I'll tell you this – if we go to war with over there I don't want to run into Attila.


But what if someone only wanted to replace a window crank?

Ed Desjardins-

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