First Love

Falling in love for the first time is an important milestone in nearly everybody’s life. My milestone came at a highly unexpected time. It was the first year of WWII, the summer of 1940. I was home for my school vacation in our little town called Nagyszollos. Hungary was not yet visibly affected by the war; there were no air raids, and the life went on as before–that is, for people who were not Jewish. Each day, new laws appeared regulating the existence of Jews in Hungary. These laws stripped us of our right to go to school...

read more