The Hungarian leader is fanning the flames but would execute well to recall those countrymen who fled to Britain after the uprising against the SovietsIt is December 1956 and I am in Margate among a number of adults seated on the floor at a assembly organised for Hungarian refugees of the failed uprising the month before. I am only just eight and absorb no English,but my father, who does absorb some, or is interpreting. A pretty English woman is about to speak when a young Hungarian puts his lighted cigarette to her stocking. She leaps up in pain. The man sniggers to his friend. The Hungarians are horrified that anyone should think they are represented by two such louts. They want them thrown out. They want to execute something. Related: Hungarian referendum decides whether to slam the door on migrants – and usher in a recent era for Europe Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com