I was, in an intellectual sense, as prepared as I could be for the end of my grandmother’s life – a life that began in the suburbs of Budapest, in 1935, and ended in Toronto, just over 80 years later.
In that time, she had lived through the piece-by-piece destruction of her world, first by fascists, then Nazis, then communists – the original incarnations of these still undefeated movements. She had seen her mother and father dispossessed of their belongings and their home – legally, at the time. She witnessed the sudden (equally legal) disappearance of her father, then the sudden and permanent disappearance of her aunts and uncles. When she returned to her small and mostly Jewish neighbourhood after the war, she found almost every other child she used to know was no longer there, leaving behind grieving parents.




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