…is definitely NOT where we stayed last night. When we got into Gyor we dropped our bags off at the first place we could find and went around the city. Our room (for the 3 of us) has three single beds (2 pushed together) and smells of stale smoke. The bathroom has an old toilet where you have to pull the cord above your head to flush. The shower has no curtain and our towels are the size of a washcloth and there are certainly no mints on the pillow. Aunt Marika and Mom say we’re not staying here another night – thank god.
Yesterday we went on a wild goose chase to find the cemetery where my Grandfather’s parents and brother are buried (they died before the war). We started walking in the general area where Marika says it is. She says it’s just “around the corner from the synagogue”. First, the synagogue is now a music school. No one knew anything about the synagogue except there was a small marker for the children of Gyor in the courtyard. So keep wandering around asking any person we can find. We finally ask an old guy who points us in the right direction. We walk for 20 minutes and arrive at the Roman Catholic cemetery. Perfect. Luckily the keeper of this cemetery can point us in the right direction so we finally arrive and it closed at 5. It’s 5:30. So we bang on the big iron gate (there is a family living next to the cemetery that takes care of it) and they thankfully let us is. The guy said it’s hard to be on time when you’re coming from America.
Part II will have to wait. No time to type. xoxo
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