I was born into the Great Depression, survived Nazism, World War II and my escape from mindless and murderous communist Hungary across the partially dismantled Iron Curtain. Near the end of the War in 1945, I emerged from the deep bunker under the old fort of Buda and saw Budapest bombed to rubble. My eight-year old self asked: Why would grownups destroy a beautiful city and kill innocent people?
I devoted much of my life searching to answer...