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On the early evening ranking there is little change at the top other than Alex Thomson cutting another five miles from Armel Le Cleac'h's lead. Armel's VMG is best but both Thomson and Vincent Riou are polled faster. And Hugo Boss in moving clearer of the duo behind. Thomson's 24 hour run is almost 20 miles more than the boats around him, 447 miles. Enda O'Coineen's passage to the east of the Canaries continues to benefit the Irish skipper and he is up to 20th this evening. How he converges back to the west will be key. Meanwhile Nandor Fa reminds us of the importance of Remembrance Day.

Nándor Fa (Spirit of Hungary): "I think my existence in this world was decided when my mother and my father, sometime in the second half of the 1930s, looked at each other at a ball. That moment was so significant to both of them that a decade later it still lived in them. Right after the ball my father was called up by the army. They tried to keep in touch through letters, hoping that one day they would see each other again. By the time he could have gone home, WW II broke out and so he was kept in the army. He didn’t fight on the war front, he worked as a pontooner - constantly blasting and rebuilding. He was 190 cm tall, tough as a bull, survived the ice-cold Duna river, endless marches and several periods of captivity. When the Hungarian army fell apart, he started towards home on foot. The Germans caught him and treated him as a deserter. Close to Wienerneustadt he escaped from them. At Mór he was caught by the Russians and as an enemy soldier he was sent to one of the Gulags on the East. On the way he managed to escape again, and started home on foot, for the third time. This time he was much more careful not to be caught, as they would have shot him dead. He walked throughout the whole winter, only during the night, slowly metre by metre. Finally, he arrived home in 1946."



"My mother lived the life of young women at the time. Her brothers were on the front, she knew nothing about her love for a long time. The war went through Székesfehérvár - my hometown - three times, all three times in the form of bloody battles. Young girls were camouflaged to escape from the Russian soldiers. Those must have been miserable years, living the in the hopeless. Then, my mother and father were somehow blown together by the wind again. They got married and built a house from ruins with their own hands, where the four of us were born."