My mother says I was born because Stalin is dead; after that, life could only improve. I was three and a half years old when we left Hungary. I have no memories of those times. My first memories are of Brussels. Forty years after our flight from Hungary – we returned with my mother and father, and sister and brother to Budapest in search for our lives before and after the 1956 revolution. My parents belonged to a circle of intellectuals and modern artists grouped around three Hungarian philosophers; Stalinism meant they could only pursue their religious, philosophical and aesthetic studies within a very thightly knit circle. Through the individual memories of the family, AMOR FATI calls up the critical moments in Hungary’s history from 1945-1956: how each experienced Stalinism, the revolutoin, the flight from the country. Child and parent, man and woman, each lived through this period differently. Today, each member of this family, spread throughout many European cities and evolving in different cultures, sees the homeland elsewhere.