In 1944, a group of Jews in Budapest were ordered down to the river and told to take off their shoes. They were then shot and dumped in the river. There’s a memorial for these victims of senseless hatred.
After I posted the last blog, Deirdre Christman asked me if we had seen the shoes and the synogogue. We couldn’t do the synogogue but we could do the shoes. They were about a mile up the river.
So we put our own shoes back on and went to find them. It was blazing hot but it was worth it. There were about 40 of them…one pair of child’s shoes, the rest adult. A sobering reminder of the horror of those days. There’s an exhibit at the Holocaust Museum in DC with hundreds of shoes but even forty takes my breath away. Thanks, Deirdre. We would have missed it.