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Great was the joy in the mid-1950s in Budapest’s Klauzál Square, in the house of a widow with many children. Those lining up before her vegetable stand in the market saw her smile for the first time…
There was no doubt of it, the dark coat on the rack could mean only one thing: a guest had arrived, an unusual guest at that, because the coat was stern-looking, grim, quite unlike the coat that…
At the Realschule fathers and mothers were lined up in single file in the director’s room. Parents who took the occasion very seriously appeared in couples with their young hopefuls. The director…
A Holocaust survivor grapples with the question: should one bring children into the world after experiencing the horrors of the death camps?
Lajos Kelemen was an upright and honest man throughout his life. He arrived in this world in June, thereby sparing his mother the ever-present concern whether or not he would catch a cold while being…
Saturday is the worst of the week. Whenever I touch anything on this day, straightway there comes a voice: Don’t do that, today it’s a sin.
“Sin?” I ask.
Says Mother: “Sin is that for which the Good…
“Shalom and good morning everyone, allow me to extend a warm and of course respectful welcome to you, our honored guests, on behalf of Viva Travel, on this Down Memory Lane package tour, including a…