Last year, around this time, I visited the Terror Háza museum in Budapest, which translates to the "House of Terror" in English. Situated right in the centre of the city, to the unseeing eye, it looks just like a typical European building. But once you set foot inside, it resembles not one of those cheesy and plastic haunted houses in malls, but one of Dante's circles of hell.  Up until the start of the 21st century, much of Eastern Europe was painted red and held behind an iron curtain, and Hungary was no stranger to totalitarianism. As communism and fascism gripped the country, secrets ravaged the streets. Loud, laughing voices reduced into whispers because you never knew who could be listening. You never knew if your one slip of the tongue would end up being etched onto your gravestone. You never knew who to trust.  The premises of Terror Háza used to house the headquarters of the  Államvédelmi Hatóság (ÁVH) ,  i.e., the secret police of the People's Republic of H...