Shabbat afternoon I sat on the edge of the Danube River in Budapest, tossing stones into the water below. 20 metres to my right lay the memorial that marks the spot where 73 years ago, the Jews were marched from the nearby Budapest Ghetto. They removed their shoes and left them on the river bank to be collected and later sold off. They were tied three people together, and one of them was shot into the Danube. The other two were left to drown with the first. A few hours later,