Yesterday, I left my last diary.
It is always a special feeling to open a new diary with white pages and without knowing what the future brings and what will be written in it.
This morning, I celebrated my grandmother, Sidonie, and her courage and determination to write a diary throughout all that happened to her, from the day, the Nazi army entered Hungary.
She was in Budapest.
We were in Kolozsvár at the time, but wisely took the first train in the morning, the last train were no one asked yet our documents at departure.
Sidonie wrote when they were obliged to move, then on the train taking them, as it turned out, to the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp, where she and most of her family remained for 6 month.
http://journaldesidonie.blogspot.com/
In Caux, Suisse, she was better but not totally free.
9 May arrived, the Peace was signed. She was not allowed to go out and celebrate it with the Swiss on the street. She wrote it about that too.
Today, my son is in Zurich, it has been peace in Europe for 71 years. And now, even the East European countries, liberated from Communiste dictators are within Europe Union.
Today, we connect through internet in friendship, to many countries.
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