I hadn't heard of the Hungarian Edith Eva Éger, a clinical psychologist and Holocaust survivor, who died recently in the United States, having emigrated there in 1949. Nor had I heard of her book, "The Choice". Nonetheless her story shares many familiar aspects of Jewish Hungarians who emigrated abroad after WWII, and indeed to migrants everywhere. The last sentence of hers in this article seemed especially apt, "Even though I’m in America, my soul is Hungarian.” I think so many migrants must feel the same: physically in one place, yet another part of them lies forever in their homeland. That can be hard, especially for those migrants who had no choice but to leave their home.
https://telex.hu/english/2026/04/28/edith-eva-eger-writer-psychologist-and-holocaust-survivor-dies
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