Fénykép készítésének helye:BudapestFénykép készítésének éve:1901Ország neve a fénykép készültekor:Austria-Hungary, pre 1918Ország neve ma::HungaryName of the photographer / studio:Hirsch H Parisien, Budapest
This is my husband, Imre Hahn. Here he is still a little boy. The picture was taken in Budapest, around 1901, I believe. My husband and I were related. We were second cousins. My husband was born in Budapest in 1899. My husband only had a secondary school education. Back then a secondary school final exam was worth a university degree now. He had a commercial secondary school final exam I think, because he [worked] in business, he dealt with salaries and stock-taking, sometimes he had to go to the countryside, to do auditing. He worked for MEFTER, the Hungarian Royal River and Sea Shipping Stock Company; I don't know what position he had exactly, some sort of a clerk. He worked from 9am to 3pm. He came home at three o'clock and we always had lunch then. He didn't go back in the afternoon after that. Sometimes, there was some work related to payroll, which he took home, and I did it. I was at home, I didn't work. We converted to Christianity because of my husband's office, because he worked for the Hungarian Royal River and Sea Shipping Stock Company. This was a state-owned company and he was picked on at work. A colleague of his, who wanted to the best for him, pushed him to convert to Christianity, so that we would have no problems. In 1934, the Jews were unwanted already. And he liked his workplace. To be honest, I don't know if he was promoted after this. Back then, I didn't really care about rankings and suchlike. He always got a bit more money. Our name was changed to Hamos in 1934. My Husband did this; it was around the time when we converted to Christianity, but maybe even earlier. My husband died in Balf in forced labor. Oncea fellow laborer came to visit me. He told me that my husband had become sick, and the sick ones, those who couldn't go on, had been shot dead. So my husband was also shot, into a big hole. This, according to his fellow laborer, was on the 31st March 1945, a day before the Russians' arrival. I heard this in 1945 or 1946.