Oct 23, 1956

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The Night the City Changed

A Nation in Revolt, Part II: Budapest Takes to the Streets

A Nation in Revolt, Part II: Budapest Takes to the Streets

A Nation in Revolt, Part II: Budapest Takes to the Streets

What began as an ordinary evening playing cards with friends ended with me standing among thousands of Hungarians gathered at Parliament demanding change.

What began as an ordinary evening playing cards with friends ended with me standing among thousands of Hungarians gathered at Parliament demanding change.

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The following evening, October 23, Szaby and I were playing ulti at Gyuri's home on Mester utca.

It was sometime shortly after eight, as I remember it, when Gyuri's father came into the room and told us there were “tuntetesek,” street demonstrations.

He thought we should go home.

Szaby and I left and boarded a bus near the corner of Mester utca and the Nagykorut, the Big Boulevard.

We were the only passengers.

Before we reached Ulloi ut, the driver suddenly came to a screeching halt because someone had stepped into the road.

A drunk man entered the bus.

He wore an armband with an arrow cross on it and held a gun in his hand.

He looked inside and demanded:

“Are there any Jews on this bus?”

There were only two of us.

I answered him:

“Testver,” brother, “only the two of us, my buddy here and I are here. Nobody else.”

He looked at us, said, “Good,” and stepped off the bus.

Then we continued.

It was one small incident in a much larger night, but I remember it because moments like that tell you how quickly ordinary life can become uncertain.

Szaby eventually got off at Rakoczi ut.

I continued and got off at the Vigszinhaz.

That was where I saw the crowds.

Large numbers of people were moving toward Parliament.

Nobody told me to join them.

Nobody had to.

I simply began walking with everyone else.

That is how much of the uprising happened.

People saw other people moving and joined them.

Eventually enormous crowds gathered around Parliament.

I found myself at the northern end of Kossuth Square.

From where I stood, it was difficult to hear very much. I remember Nagy making some kind of statement, but the thing I remember most clearly was the sound of the crowd.

Thousands of people were shouting:

“Vegyek le a csillagot!”

“Remove the red star!”

That sound has remained with me.

I did not return home until well after midnight.

My mother was frightened because she had no idea where I had been.

I had left the house as a university student spending an evening with friends.

By the time I came home, Budapest had changed.

Cities may change and times may trouble us, but the lessons of childhood remain.

T

2026 Thomas A. Blatt. All Rights Reserved.

Cities may change and times may trouble us, but the lessons of childhood remain.

T

2026 Thomas A. Blatt. All Rights Reserved.

Cities may change and times may trouble us, but the lessons of childhood remain.

T

2026 Thomas A. Blatt. All Rights Reserved.