During my visit to my grandmother's village in Hungary, the locals claimed to know nothing about the Jewish community before the war. I wonder how much of that is true.
This was a post that went straight to my soul and through my bones. I am not Jewish so I don't want to pretend I understand. But I'm from Finland and my Dad was born in the East of Finland in a town called Viborg, built by Torgil Knutsson in the 1400 century when Finland was part of Sweden.
During the WWII Soviet attacked Finland and my Dad and his family along with the rest of the inhabitants had just a few hours to flee their hometown as Finland lost Viborg to Soviet. Long story short, we gained it back at lost it again.
You can imagine that those Russian people who were transported from other parts did not learn even a fraction of the real history of Viborg or the Carelian area.
So in a way I understand some of your loss and the heartbreaking feeling when meeting those Hungarians that simply prefer to not remember or know. I am 100 % certain of that.
have no doubt this film may complement visually what you excavate of this journey so evocative and the nod to amnesia its seduction and fear of betrayal deserves its own story thanks
Ok where have you been my whole life? Seriously thanks for this. Like you, I have Hungarian Jewish roots. Also Polish. And filled with stories of ghosts / people forever frozen in time at the age when they were deported and those left behind, survivors. I will check out 1945. I’m teaching a class this Winter on the Holocaust as portrayed in two particular Netflix programs that hone in on Occupied France. Also reading “The Postcard” - autobiographical account of a French writer’s family history living in France during that time.
This was a post that went straight to my soul and through my bones. I am not Jewish so I don't want to pretend I understand. But I'm from Finland and my Dad was born in the East of Finland in a town called Viborg, built by Torgil Knutsson in the 1400 century when Finland was part of Sweden.
During the WWII Soviet attacked Finland and my Dad and his family along with the rest of the inhabitants had just a few hours to flee their hometown as Finland lost Viborg to Soviet. Long story short, we gained it back at lost it again.
You can imagine that those Russian people who were transported from other parts did not learn even a fraction of the real history of Viborg or the Carelian area.
So in a way I understand some of your loss and the heartbreaking feeling when meeting those Hungarians that simply prefer to not remember or know. I am 100 % certain of that.
have no doubt this film may complement visually what you excavate of this journey so evocative and the nod to amnesia its seduction and fear of betrayal deserves its own story thanks
Ok where have you been my whole life? Seriously thanks for this. Like you, I have Hungarian Jewish roots. Also Polish. And filled with stories of ghosts / people forever frozen in time at the age when they were deported and those left behind, survivors. I will check out 1945. I’m teaching a class this Winter on the Holocaust as portrayed in two particular Netflix programs that hone in on Occupied France. Also reading “The Postcard” - autobiographical account of a French writer’s family history living in France during that time.