My Grandmother is Hungarian Jewish. She grew up in Budapest during WW2, hiding under an assumed Christian name, surviving thanks to the kindness of a few individuals. My great-grandfather was in the labour service. He was left for dead by the side of a road after being worked to the bone. Somehow, he survived, and made it back to his wife and daughter. …
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