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History - as we call the great events of the world - hits the individual with furious force, almost impossible to defend yourself against. The sculpture, which maps the streets of Budapest, is also a tornado with its centre in the blocks where Raoul Wallenberg did his work, stood up to this force. It engulfed him. The months in Budapest were, should have been, a short time in a young persons life. In Raoul Wallenberg's life these months turned out to be what attached him in the history, our memory. For us, the tornado seems like a part of sacred architecture, a memorial for the good deeds we need in our history. For Wallenberg himself, the pillar is instead a vortex down into oblivion, the ceiling like prison bars.
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