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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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Unusual Place

There exists an unusual destination in the heart of Budapest, a reminder of the darkest hours of Hungary’s wartime past. It is not a place for the faint of heart. This edifice, so popular among tourists, is menacing and iron-fisted. … Continue reading

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Finding the Unexpected

A tourist traveling in a country other than her own—even in her country of birth—is apt to find the unexpected. Fact-finding in Hungary was making me wiser. Each day, sometimes more than once a day, I picked the language I … Continue reading

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Conversation with Dr. Vilmos

It took me a month to connect with Dr. Vilmos. When I finally did, he sounded guarded at first, then taken aback at this stranger who told him she had visited his museum in Budapest, searching for records of her … 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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Dream Points to Citadel

My father passed away six years ago, but last night he left me a message. In a dream, he pointed the way to the citadel center in Budapest and told me to go there. Father served as an officer in … Continue reading

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A Changed World?

From early morning to late afternoon in Budapest, the sky was steel grey. The sun never cracked a smile, nor permitted a rainbow to shine through the prism of ice on a tree. The frozen air bit my skin, and … Continue reading

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Gellért Hotel and Baths

There is much to write about Gellért’s past, a book’s worth, in fact. For now, I will give you a brief history of this wonderful place, where my parents came as youth to bathe in the summertime. Gellért’s origins date … Continue reading

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Historic Place

I returned to my homeland, to the place of my birth, the country I hadn’t seen in five decades. I needed to research my book, in Hungary. I had grown up, from a young age, in Canada, and knew little … Continue reading

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