I was quite unhappy to find out how thoroughly the Hungarians collaborated with the Nazis, as well as the fact that they played a part in one tenth of the deaths in the Holocaust. The people from Hungary who survived the Holocaust returned to find their homes looted, and even the bricks removed from their walls. In Denmark their neighbors watered the plants and fed their cats, and that was after making sure they made it safely over to neutral Sweden. Quite a difference.
The Hungarian Jews were systematically deprived of their rights, property, freedom, dignity, and in many cases their lives. Never during the Holocaust was there such an accelerated program of the implementation of Hitler’s final solution and eradication of so called undesirables.
The Holocaust Museum here presented the information in a creative and unencumbered fashion, but the goulash just isn’t going to taste the same after a visit there. I’m going to head over to the hot springs fed bath house tomorrow, and see if I can do a bit of a soul cleansing. Then maybe follow up with a little Jazz in the evening. I shall still be glad to move on to my next country which I hope will not bear the stain of Hitler’s Reich.
Here’s the entryway to my Hostel/Apartment. It was a three-room apartment that was terribly mildewed in the common area so I had to hide out in my room which was hot, windowless and lightless. This didn’t help my Budapest experience. It had good reviews and was supposed to be in the city center when it really was on the periphery.
This is a delightful pixie tour guide who actually started my visit off on the right foot.
Rub his belly to be guaranteed a good meal.
Franz Liszt – Famous Hungarian Composer
Sculpture showing the distances to all major Hungarian cities.
The Chain Bridge
Funicular – The Easy Way Up
Our Way Up
A Symbolic Gesture To The Soviets
The Parliament Building
Closeup of the struts on the Chain Bridge
The entrance of the Holocaust Museum
A truckload of Nazis being cheered into Budapest.
László Endre – A despicable Hungarian.
The end for so many.
Beautiful Synagog at the end of the museum.
Memorial Wall Sculpture
A plaque in the street designating one of the many who were taken from their homes.