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I never met my grandfather on my mother's side. I never met any of the male members of her family. They were crushed by Soviet tanks during a round of Russian adventurism. My mother, her sister and her mom endured Russian assaults, gunfire and artillery; they hid under floorboards, in basements and in forests as they made their way out of Hungary in 1948 to escape the occupation of their homeland. When I was a kid, I used to stay at my great-grandmother's apartment. Every...