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Between the Lines: The Diary of Margit Kassai (Traduction française à venir)

Margit Kassai uses her quick thinking and wit to survive the Nazi occupation of Budapest in 1944, the terror of the extremist Arrow Cross regime and the Soviet siege of the city until the early months of 1945. Jewish by birth but a convert to Lutheranism, Margit knows this makes little difference to the antisemitic officials and manages to elude roundups by working in children’s homes under a false identity. As hunger forces Margit to travel across the bombed-out city to look for food and take care of the children and those she loves, she knows she is always one wrong step from an explosion. Margit’s diary, addressed to her husband who has been taken away for forced labour, is written with a wry self-deprecation, an unflinching eye for details and a kindness that shines through her own desperation. Stuck between the Soviet front and Nazi and Hungarian Arrow Cross persecutors, Margit asks her husband to read Between the Lines of her darkly humorous true story.

Introduction by Gergely Kunt

En bref
Hungary
Converted to Lutheranism in 1941 but still targeted by Nazi regime
In hiding and under a false identity in Budapest; worked in Red Cross children’s homes
Written in 1945 and translated from Hungarian
Arrived in Canada in 1948

344 pages

Tranche d'âge recommandée
16+
Langue
Anglais

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Photo of Margit Kassai

À propos de l'autrice

Margit Kassai (1909–2000) was born in Budapest, Hungary. She and her husband, György Tolnai, left Hungary for France in 1946, where they had a daughter. In 1948, Margit immigrated to Canada, settling in Toronto with her family. She worked in the Department of Political Economy at the University of Toronto for many years. Margit was fluent in Hungarian, German, English and French, and she was an avid photographer. Between the Lines is the translation of the Hungarian edition of Óvoda az óvóhelyen, published in 2020.

You would expect me to tell you about the whole year, and I would stand there not knowing what to tell. How could I tell it, what could I tell, if the biography of every single person who has come through it alive is a six-volume adventure story?