Friday, October 31, 2008

On Halloween...

I just could not resist today the temptation to post the baby pictures of my six grandchildren!

I guess, I feel a bit lonely and still awaiting for the little footsteps to approach excitedly at my door on this Eve of All Saints' Day...

These pictures were taken a long, long time ago, when the world was much younger, including myself. My little angels are almost all grown-ups now, and pursuing their own careers and lives. I am extremely proud of them, but in my heart they are still my babies.

My grandchildren

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Wonderful music...

Regardless of politics and the outcome of the Revolution, I have to point it out that I never was and never will be prejudiced against any nation. Russia gave us many great talents, and Evgeny Kissin is one of the best. I hope you will enjoy him as much as I do.

Kissin plays Grand Valse by Chopin

Friday, October 24, 2008

budapest 1956

Budapest October 23, 1956

Monday, October 20, 2008

Budapest, October 23, 1956

This is the picture of the Memorial of Recsk, the Hungarian Political GULAG-like prison camp, where hundreds of prisoners were executed in the 1950s.

Today is the 52-nd Anniversary of the Hungarian Revolution. These pictures show the Memorial of the Freedom Fighters held in the Mac Arthur Park, Los Angeles, for the 50th Anniversary in 2006.

For five days bombs exploded and machine-guns were in action, spreading death. Budapest, torn by fate, was shedding blood and suffered for five days. But despite hundreds of deaths, the ideal of true patriotism and democracy were burning in every heart. The revolutionary people of Buda and Pest wanted a people's freedom without terror and without fear.
On November 4, 1956 Soviet forces launched a major attack aimed and crushing the spontaneous uprising that had begun 12 days earlier.
The defeat of the Hungarian Revolution was one of the darkest moment of the Cold War.

"October 23, 1956, is a day that will live forever in the annals of free men and nations. It was a day of courage, conscience and triumph. No other day since history began has shown more clearly the eternal unquenchability of man's desire to be free, whatever the odds against success, whatever the sacrifice required.
President John F. Kennedy, on the first anniversary of the Hungarian Revolution.


Where has my Summer gone?

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Different thing about myself...

There is something I have to tell you. It has nothing to do with this blog, or is it? I'm an addicted Pogo player. What I meant is that I love to play the games, but what I'm addicted to is the Chat. I've met few really interesting people there, and I think they're my friends (but can't be quite sure in some cases), and we're visiting with each other in the chat rooms. In other times it could be just a one-time deal, like getting and giving a good advise on current problems or learning about the art gallery of a fellow player Italian artist.

Today one of the player was telling me about Paul Potts, amateur opera singer from South Wales. I was trying to post his video from YouTube here, but wouldn't take. Anybody has a suggestion how to do it?

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Hungary, 1956.

By 1956 I was picking up the pieces of my life after spending 26 months in a punitive restricted environment; I had met someone whose love and care was giving me the hope for a brighter future.
However, the drastic events of the Hungarian Uprising completely disrupted our planning and we had to leave everything behind without saying "good-bye" to our families. We left our country, and walked through the borders to Austria during the darkness of the night. It was bitter cold, and reeds crackled when we crossed the frozen marshes.

Monday, October 6, 2008

My Music....

This is the picture of the Hungarian Opera House in Budapest. When I was much younger I was lucky enough to attend to quite a few operas there. But my life had taken a sudden turn, and for a long-long time I had to turn my back to the classical music.

Saturday, October 4, 2008


In the past year I had created a web site, mainly for my grandchildren to document our family history. Being born in Europe in the 1930s has paved my future from a troubled life to the unknown destination. One can learn about the whole story in my web site.