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Budapest Remembers the Cold War

By Rick Steves
Memento Park, Budapest, Hungary
At Budapest's Memento Park people still embrace the old ideology...but in a very different way. (photo: Rick Steves)
House of Terror, Budapest, Hungary
The former HQ of Hungary's secret police now house the fascinating "House of Terror" museum. (photo: Cameron Hewitt)
Communist-era posters in the House of Terror, Budapest, Hungary
The House of Terror exhibits colorful propaganda posters from Hungary's not-so-distant communist past. (photo: Rick Steves)

If communism was a religion during the Cold War, Budapest was Eastern Europe's sin city. Offering tourists from communist countries a taste of the decadent West, it was famous for rock concerts, a sport shop selling Adidas, and the first McDonalds east of the Iron Curtain.

Back when eating a Big Mac was a mark of defiance in Eastern Europe, there was nothing fast or cheap about Western "fast food." A Happy Meal was a splurge. People traveled from other communist countries to Hungary to wait in a line that stretched around the block for a burger and a Coke. Ronald McDonald stood on the street corner like a heretic prophet cheering on the downtrodden proletariat, while across the street, wannabe capitalists drooled over window displays featuring fancy tennis shoes that cost two months' wages.

Today, the younger generation of Eastern Europeans has no memory of the communist era. Enough time has passed that former Warsaw Pact nations can take a candid look at the period. Budapest has several fascinating Cold War sights.

The House of Terror — long the headquarters of communist Hungary’s secret police — documents a terrible story. When the Communists moved into Budapest, their secret police took over the Nazi secret police headquarters. It was here that Hungarians suspected of being an enemy of the state were given sham trials, tortured, and routinely executed.

The museum’s atrium features a Soviet tank and a vast wall covered with portraits of victims of this building. Exhibits cover gulag life, Social Realist art, and propaganda. A labyrinth built of pork-fat bricks reminds old-timers of the harsh conditions in the 1950s when lard on bread was the standard dinner.

As the slow elevator descends, a guard on video explains the execution process. When the door opens, you step into the basement chambers of torture and death. In 1956 the blood was hosed away and the cellar was made a clubhouse for the local communist youth club. You see it today as it was circa 1955, with chilling prison cells instead of kids’ activity rooms.

Leaving the museum, you pass a poignant finale. The "walls of victimizers” are lined with photos and biographical information on members and supporters of both the Nazi and communist secret police — many of whom are still living, and who were never brought to justice.

Budapest's House of Terror is a particularly powerful experience for elderly Hungarians who actually knew many of the secret police and their victims...and remain their neighbors.

When regimes fall, so do their monuments. Just like statues of Saddam Hussein bit the dust in Baghdad, across Eastern Europe statues of Stalin, Lenin, and their local counterparts came crashing to the ground.

In Budapest these stony reminders of communist tyranny are collected in Memento Park, where tourists flock to get a taste of the communist era. A visit here is a lesson in Social Realism, the art of communist Europe. Under the communists, art was acceptable only if it furthered the goals of the state. Aside from a few important figureheads, individuals didn’t matter. Everyone was a cog in the machine — strong and stoic automatons — unquestioning servants of the nation.

Wandering through Memento Park, you're entertained by a jumbled collection of once fearsome and now almost comical statues, seeming to preach their ideology to each other, as locals and tourists take funny photos mocking them. The gift shop hawks a fun parade of communist kitsch. On my last visit I picked up a CD featuring 20 patriotic songs — The Greatest Hits of Communism — and a Stalin vodka flask.

Budapest is not alone in documenting its recent communist history. In Tallinn, a wealthy Estonian-American opened the Museum of Occupations. In Gdańsk, Poland, the fine "Roads to Freedom" exhibit tells the story of heroic Lech Wałęsa, who started Eastern Europe's avalanche to freedom. And on a thriving shopping street in Prague, wedged sadly between an American fast food joint and a casino, stands the Museum of Communism. It recreates slices of communist life — from bland general store shelves (recalling an age when the only advertiser was the state) to typical classrooms (where poems on chalkboards extol once politically correct values like "the virtues of the tractor").

These days, as you walk through the center of Budapest, old Ronald McDonald — no longer an exciting heretic — is ignored. Local kids no longer dream of fancy tennis shoes. They wear them. And it occurs to me that Stalin — whose estate gets no royalties for all the post cards and vodka flasks featuring his mug — must be spinning in his communist grave.