|Students pulled down Stalin's statue|
|Represents people killed|
|Eternal flame in Budapest|
|Mum and dad|
So it was with low expectations that my sister and I came to Hungary to try and find more information. The most I was hoping for was to visit my parents' birthplaces and go to the bridge at Andau, which was rebuilt on the 20th September 2006 as a memorial to the Hungarians who used it to cross into Austria before it was bombed on the 20th November 1956. We based ourselves in Sopron, stowed our gear and got ready for our search to begin the next day.
|Nothing in this place|
|Maybe in here...|
|Getting ready to pore over big old books.|
|This looks like an official building|
After some more door knocking my mum's sister came face to face with my dad's sister and more bedlam ensued as she explained who we were. We were again invited inside, drinks and nibbles were served and Aunty Maria rang her daughter Agnes who made her way over as well. Poor Bo now had eight people throwing translation requests at him as everybody tried to talk at the same time. Finally we all parted with promises to come back for a longer period next time. It was difficult to drive away, and Erika for one expressed the desire to go back and hug one more time.
|The family just got bigger|
|Is this the path they took?|