Although the name Bogdanffy carries considerable weight in the northern and eastern ends of the Balkan peninsula (or should, anyway, since it Armenopolis was built by this Armenian clan), I'll just refer to today's beatus as Blessed Istavan.
Blessed Istavan's family had been aristocrats in the Austro-Hungarian Empire, but shifting borders changed their fortunes, or at least his fortune. He finished elementary school in the Serb part of the Empire but moved they moved to the Romanian region while he continued his studies. After he had taken his Ph.D. in philosophy and dogmatics and been ordained, he became a professor in a Catholic seminary. He fell under scrutiny for hiding Jews during World War II -- the Hungarian Arrow-Cross Fascist Party murdered about 15,000 and deported another 80,000 to the camps -- but was not arrested.
|If the Arrow Cross didn't get you...|
|the Hammer and Sickle would.|
He started out in a lead mine and ministered to fellow prisoners when he could. That got him a beating. And a transfer. I wrote a little poem about it: Minister, beat, transfer, repeat. He died in solitary confinement on October 3, 1953, labelled "unworthy" of medical treatment for his pneumonia.