The new Museum of Ethnography in Budapest is diginified and magical. Opened just a few days ago, it introduces a world of the people for the people. While the main permanent exhibit will only open next year, the current, smaller, yet beautifully diverse exhibit deeply resonates with where our foremothers and forefathers came from and what a precious heritage they left for us❤️
“Love her in love, in labour, and in fight, As if she were a song at heaven’s portal… Love her with all your heart and all your might, And with her glory we shall be immortal.” – From the poem Love Ukraine by Volodymyr Sosiura (1944)
My mother was my stronghold, my everything. I was 20 when the war broke out. My brothers were 12 and 17. We all could have left the country but my father was obliged to stay. My mother wouldn’t leave his side. She packed up for me and my two brothers to save our lives and sent us to stay with friends in the Western part of Hungary. Days pass and we cannot communicate and when they finally call, I want to be with them. We fear for their lives each day.
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