Yes, my father was Hungarian

On my last trip to Detroit (when I reached Gold Medallion status at Delta (I'm not sure I can call myself lucky), so now I can go through the priority lane for security _and_ for check in) there was a lady sitting next to me. I was reading my book 'Live and work in the USA' (Amazon) and the lady on my left asked me where I was from. I told the truth, and she told me that her father was Hungarian and he left the country around WWII. She didn't speak one word in Hungarian. I think it's a shame, someone should never forget his/her roots. Anyways, it was a nice chat. It still freaks me out that people want to chat with their unknown neighbours on a flight. I saw such a thing only here.