Another look back at Budapest in 1956, from the New York Times, by way of Crooked Timber’s comments:
THE first time I saw deep joy on my fatherâ€™s face â€” the kind that comes from within and which is a childâ€™s most reassuring signal from a parent â€” was on Oct. 23, 1956. It was at Bem Square, on the right bank of the Danube, where thousands of students, a sprinkling of workers and even some young soldiers still in uniform had spontaneously gathered to hear the studentsâ€™ list of demands for reform by Hungaryâ€™s Communist government.
I was holding tight to his hand when a woman appeared on the balcony of the Foreign Ministry, which faces the square, and waved the Hungarian tricolor. The hated Soviet hammer and sickle had been cut from the center. Thus was the symbol of the Hungarian revolution (and so many others still to come) born. When someone in the growing crowd brazenly shouted, â€œRuszki haza!â€ â€” â€œRussians go homeâ€ â€” the revolution had its slogan, as well.
The post’s title is Hungarian for “under the frog,” which is the shorter version of an expression for when things are very bad. You’re under a frog’s butt at the bottom of a well, or simply under the frog.