Tag Archives: 1956.

Revisiting The City of Sopron

Revisiting the City of Sopron The city of Sopron had beckoned me to return for a visit. It plays a vital part in my novel, but my mental pictures of it had waned, or were full of inaccuracies. Being close … Continue reading

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Ray of Hope

Amidst the doom and gloom of the House of Terror Museum in Budapest hides a ray of hope—a small room full of postcards. Some have dull finishes, others are rich and glossy, with pictures of palm trees, oases, snow-capped mountains, … Continue reading

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Chain Wall

I witnessed much suffering at the House of Terror Museum in Budapest. If you missed my post on this dark place, please read Unknown Place below http://sheilabali.com/wordpress/?p=128 and look at the only photograph I was permitted to take. It is … Continue reading

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Red-Flag Email

Several weeks passed before I heard again from Dr. Vilmos. When his email finally arrived, it was red flagged for importance, as well it should be, for it contained a wealth of information about my father and his past. Dr. … Continue reading

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Finding Dr. Vilmos

My dream of my father pointing me to Budapest’s citadel center led me to all kinds of artifacts and memorabilia of war, but what I really wanted to find were military records of my father himself. Easy, right? Not at … Continue reading

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