Missing stories To know our story is our fundamental need. We need around and behind us the context that we can fit into, one that we are part of.  Ildi Hermann visited in their homes Hungarian Jews living in New York to listen to, to write down their stories and...

Eva  I was born in Budapest in 1934. We lived on Elizabeth Boulevard; my father had a wholesale stationery business. I had a wonderful childhood and received an absolutely upper-crust upbringing. First, a German Fraulein took care of me, later on the English nanny was...

Csibe  I knew two kinds of survivors out of those people who’d been deported or shut up in the ghettos: there were the ones who always talked about it, and then the ones who kept mum. I’ve never met anyone who was in-between. My father’s family never talked about it....

Csibe I knew two kinds of survivors out of those people who’d been deported or shut up in the ghettos: there were the ones who always talked about it, and then the ones who kept mum. I’ve never met anyone who was in-between. My father’s family never talked about it....

Evi I have no clue why any Jew would still be living in Hungary. Of course many have left, but many have also stayed. Perhaps because Hungary is their home. Do you know what we called this homebound attitude in the ‘30s? We called it the ‘credenza complex’, meaning...