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Jan 2·edited Jan 2Liked by Leah Eichler

My father came to Halifax on that same boat on the same date. He was Hugarian. Ferenc Toth born 1939. I wonder what he went through. He is passed on now. I wish I would have asked him more questions. I wonder if he met your family.

Vulcania

Italian line

Trieste + Halifax

Feb 28, 1957

Tourist class

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A house is not always only a house, it can be regarded as some kind of a connection to family long gone. Something more than just four walls. The villa my Mum grew up in was lost twice (first due to debts, second time due to war) and after the family regained the house it cherised as preciously as a jewel by my cousin and her family who lives there. When my Mum died, I took over her part of ownership - all for the sake of history.

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There's a hypnotherapist named Dolores Cannon who specialized in past life regression. Through a hypnotic state, she shared that multiple patients (in the 1960s/70s) who were born post-WWII/Holocaust used the term that they are "volunteers," and what they volunteered for is to infuse more empathy on Earth. A thought experiment stemming from countless souls who as victims of the Holocaust got together in the hereafter and brainstormed what the Earth needs to not repeat their atrocity, and the conclusion was empathy. The justice you yearn on a soul level might already be happening merely by walking, breathing and reflecting on Nyíregyháza.

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you mention Venice as beginning of your mom's trip but then Vienna later which seems like it may be a typo ie i dont think of it as a port

this series of stories so moving and the concept of memory in general

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