I’ll always be grateful for what my mother did for me

My mother saw no future in raising her only son there. At the time, the situation seemed hopeless to her. She started planning. Two years later, she and I were on a train heading toward Vienna, Austria. That country got lucky after WWII. It was placed under Western control  and was thriving. Hungary was struggling, as the Soviet Bear was siphoning whatever remaining wealth Hungary had following the war.