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Erd Part 3

Érd, Part 3 Now, with the help of the woman at the census bureau, I had an address for my cousin, but no way of finding a taxi. Taxis in this city had no identifying markers, no black or white … Continue reading

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City of Érd,Part 2

City of Érd, Part 2 Please read Érd Part 1 first at http://sheilabali.com/wordpress/?p=323 How does one find a cousin in a foreign land? On that crisp, cold, sunny day, my husband and I headed for Érd’s information center. Unfortunately, a … Continue reading

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City of Érd, Part 1

The City of Érd, Part I After Vienna and Sopron, I had one final destination before our trip to Hungary came to an end—the city of Érd, a word derived from “forest,” where cavemen once lived. By mid-morning, my husband … Continue reading

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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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Music at St. Stephen’s Bascilica

Music at St. Stephen’s Basilica in Budapest At the end of a long day wandering the sites of Budapest, I went to St. Stephen’s Basilica in the square that bears his name. I had heard that St. Stephen’s resembles St. … 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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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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Fuzzy Cotton Candy

I must have been dreaming to think that time would not have changed Budaörs. Perhaps I just wished that nothing had changed, like wishing for a gift from Old Saint Nick. Naturally, some of the town was as I remembered … Continue reading

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