I actually sat in a man's shop while he told me about fighting the Soviets in '56. He was about in his 60s and told me that this one older man with only one leg organized him and other children to drop Molotav (sp?) cocktails through vents in the tanks. Supposedly, when the Soviets came back (after the Hungarians kicked them out) his tutor got burned alive after being shot with a one of the cocktails in his hand. Some of his childhood friends had gotten killed, also. Someone needs to go back, record these guys stories, and make a damn good history book. If you love travelling for culture and history, by all means go to Budapest. If you want to party, go somewhere else, though. The mob runs it now and you'll get yourself robbed.
My cousin collects historical artifacts - in his collection, he has a pistol used by Hungarian freedom fighters in the 1956 revolution. It's non functional now, but I did pick it up and felt like I was taking up the sword of liberty left behind by a patriot.
Never forget.
Regards, Ivan