Michael Pisztora

Find Michael Pisztora’s display at the Christian Science Reading Room, 143 Sixth Street.

“Mom is Slovak and Dad is Hungarian. My actual name is Michael (Misch-ah-ehl), but nobody can say it. I had to tell people my name’s Michael (Mike-el) because it’s just that nobody can say it.”

I was born in Boston on the way to the hospital. Both of my brothers were born in Switzerland. My Mom is Slovak and my Dad is Hungarian. I call my mom, Mama, and my dad, Papa. In Hungarian Papa is Apu.

My actual name is Michael (Misch-ah-ehl), but nobody can say it. I had to adapt to tell people my name’s Michael (Mike-el) because it’s just that nobody can say it.

They say Mike-el, which isn’t my name, so I just go by Michael now. Here in the U.S. I’m Mike-el, but when I go back to Europe I’m Misch-ah-ehl. My Hungarian Dad wanted to call me Mischi, but in Slovak, mischi means mice. Mischi is the Hungarian nickname for Misch-ah-el, but Mom was like, “No, no, you can’t say ‘mice’.”

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