A new home

I took these photos in Budapest at the memorial to the people (mostly Jews) shot and thrown into the Danube in ‘44 by the Arrow Cross party. [Link]

It was strangely pretty but creepy at the same time to see so many scattered metal cast shoes, rusting by the edge of the river. Some had pairs, others were odd. There were long, laced boots, large shoes, pretty shoes… They looked so vulnerable somehow, despite being made from such a robust material. They looked about to tip into the river.

Someone had put flowers in the lone child’s shoe.