Eva Kende’s Page
After a long hiatus, due mainly to health issues, I decided to clean up and publish on my website a number of assorted short stories I have written on a variety of subjects through the years. It was a huge job to sort through my stuff, because each article was in 3-5 formats and a variety of versions. I thought that when I finish the sorting, all I have to do is give each item a polish and publish it on my website. It never occurred to me that in the meantime my provider Telus, have cut all the links and means of editing my website at www3telus.net/ekende and www.telusplanet.net/public/ekende, without telling me that they intend to do this. I tried, but it’s an almost impossible task to salvage and update the site that has been advertised and maintained for several decades. So I started a new site here with my short stories and will eventually migrate the most important parts of the old site too. In the meantime the old site, www3.telus.net/ekende is readable, albeit outdated. I urge you to visit it for information about my three books:
♦ Eva’s Hungarian Kitchen
♦ Eva’s Kitchen Confidence
♦ Snapshots… Growing Up Behind the Iron Curtain
Since every one was occupied with the refugee news, naturally, my memory played on that subject. I wrote about my feelings openly and freely and the reception among my friends was good.
Thoughts about Refugees
Today, as most other days I open my computer with some trepidation. It’s set to open Facebook, a personalized Google news and a list of my emails, all at once. As usual, all three tear at my heart. My friends from the other side of the Atlantic complain and we on this side wring our hands and hang our heads in shame. Shame that our homeland behaves so heartlessly towards the refugees that happened on their doorstep. In the meantime, I read the condemnation, in English, of the world press in dozens of publications from every conceivable country.
I have to take the liberty to speak up on behalf of all the 56-ers. (That’s what the Hungarian refugees of the revolution call themselves.) I am sure, they don’t mind. My heartache comes from the comparison of the way we were treated in Austria and later in Canada, with what is happening in Hungary today.
We were treated with dignity, befitting a human being. We were fed, kept warm and the bare necessities were taken care of by the generosity of the Austrian government and, from time, to time individual citizens. It is now, when I see adults and children, chased by the police, ending up, sitting or lying down, on the bare concrete in front of the railroad station, that I realize again how kind and civilized the Austrians were and would like to send a belated Thank You! to them.
I don’t know where the present situation is heading, but humanity has to show it’s face and take a leaf out of the behaviour of the free world in 1956. With few exceptions, we refugees became exemplary citizens of our adopted countries and worked hard to get ahead. I can’t believe there is anything else in the hearts of the present refugees, especially the ones who are toting their children.
I wrote this in 2015 and, unfortunately, things haven’t changed much in Hungary.