Budapest to Montreal: Scenes from an immigrant childhood
My husband and I share almost identical stories of our childhood: circa 1956, the sounds of war outside, he in Cairo, me in Budapest,
My husband and I share almost identical stories of our childhood: circa 1956, the sounds of war outside, he in Cairo, me in Budapest,
While we are safe and sound in our comfortable homes, the number of refugees and internally displaced people is growing exponentially.