related some of this history in Scattered Minds: Two days after the Germans marched into Budapest, my mother called the pediatrician. “Would you come to see Gabi,” she requested, “he has been crying almost without stop since yesterday morning.” “I’ll come, of course,” the doctor replied, “but I should tell you: all my Jewish babies are crying.” Now, what did Jewish infants know of Nazis, World War II, racism, genocide? What they knew—or rather, absorbed—was their parents’ anxiety.… They inhaled fear, ingested sorrow. Yet were they not loved? No less than children anywhere.
