I arrived in this country from Hungary in 1947 to three feet of snow in London and very little electricity.
The scars of war everywhere, bombed buildings, unheated rooms, horses and carts, very few cars, but a very efficient transport service, on buses and underground. The sounds around me were chirpy cockney, now rarely heard in London.
Alien registrationI had to register my movements and was issued with an identity card and a ration book for essential items. Books were…