L’ Amor Fati – Acte 1

My mother says that I was born because Stalin had died. After his death, life could become only better. I was three and a half years old when we left Hungary. I don’t have any memories of that time. My memories start in Brussels. My parents were members of a circle of intellectuals and moderns artists, who were grouped around three Hungarians philosophers: during the era of Stalinism, they could carry on their religious and philosophical investigations only in a close private circle, using debates about mathematics as a code medium. Forty years after our flight, we visit Hungary with my mother, father, sister and brother, seeking the traces of our life before and during the revolution.’ (Sophie Kotanyi)