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My mother Anna Zsarnai, my father and I escaped from Hungary during the 1956 Revolution. My parents worked on a Communist work farm approximately 200 kilometers from Budapest, the capital of Hungary. When the Russian tanks rolled into the capital, thousands of people were killed. The exodus began and many fled the country before the borders were closed. Many were caught and many more imprisoned. Friends and family members were turning each other in and no one could be trusted. One cold November day in the middle of the night, 17 people took a chance and decided they would escape not just from the Communist work farm but from the country. When we left our one room home, my mother at the tender age of 20 with a 4 year old daughter, locked the front door, threw the house key over her shoulder and never looked back. My mother's family had no idea that would be the last time they would see my mother and me. We were hidden in a covered, horse drawn bread wagon. Women and children in the wagon, the men driving the wagon and one man scouting the road ahead on a motor cycle looking out for Russian tanks. After two days of traveling the main roads, our motor cycle lookout came back with warnings of Russian tanks up ahead. The following 2 days we traveled on dirt farm roads with no idea which direction we were going in. The last town before the Austrian border, huge speakers blasted announcements "If anyone is caught housing or helping anyone escape the country they will be imprisoned for 10 years or even worse, shot." One of the local farmers risked his own life by helping us get to the Austrian border. Unfortunately, the night before we arrived, the only bridge between communism and freedom was bombed and many lost their lives that night. With the help of Austrian university students and the Red Cross, we crossed the icy waters of the Fertu by making a human chain in the freezing water and handing one person over at a time. When my mother handed me to the first man in the water, it was the first time she had let go of me since we had left the farm. As refugees, we traveled from Austria to Italy to France and eventually to Canada, arriving in 1957. When we arrived, my mother kissed the ground. In 2007, we celebrated our 50th anniversary of our arrival to Canada. As a gift, my mother gave my husband Bob and me a vacation back to my homeland. We wanted my mother to come along but the wounds were still deep, and she chose not to come. As a gift back to my mother, Bob and I decided that we would try to find my mother's only living sibling and the youngest in the family, my Uncle Zoli, with whom my mother had lost contact over 50 years ago. Armed with a list of Zoltan Allagas from an online phone directory, we set off to Hungary, and in the second week of our visit, we located Uncle Zoli and his wife, Zsuzsa. You can see a 59 second video clip of that meeting on the 'Zoli' page of our blog: http://www.TogetherToTheTop.com We brought back hundreds of pictures and that video clip, and my mother and her brother have been speaking on the phone and corresponding regularly ever since. The awesome news is that Uncle Zoli and his wife arrived in Toronto on Monday, June 30, 2008 and my mother and her brother were reunited for the first time in 52 years. I haven't seen my mother this happy since she gave birth to my brother, Jim. I can't imagine being without my brother for 52 years. My mother was 20 when she last saw her 12 year old brother. Mother is now 72 and her brother is 64. What a reunion it was!! Three TV crews and a newspaper team covered the reunion at the Toronto airport. To see some of that coverage, please visit the Zoli page at http://www.togethertothetop.com We'll be adding more video as we get it together, so please check back soon! Zoli told his entire village that he was traveling to Canada at age 64 as a movie star! To us, Canada Day is very special, and on July 1st every year we celebrate with lots of fanfare. This year was the most incredible Canada Day we have ever celebrated because for the first time in 52 years, my moth

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