My father was born 1935 in Munich .
His name was Zoltán Adolf Jókay.
Adolf after an uncle,
so the story goes.

Sometime after Hitler came to power, my grandfather moved back to Hungary with his family, his Bavarian wife Ortrud and his two sons Zoltán and Huba.

He was supposed to be transferred to the Hungarian diplomatic mission in Berlin and it is said that he refused because he did not want to move to the capital of a country that was losing a war. This ended his career and he became a secondary school teacher.

He stayed in Hungary for the rest of his life.

My father actually wanted to study physics. But he wasn't allowed to because he wasn't a working class kid. Or because he was caught reading comics at the American consulate, the enemy.

So he studied electrical engineering. That worked. That's the story.
In 1956, after the suppression of the Hungarian uprising, he fled Hungary and settled in Munich.

My mother later followed on her own.
I don't know why they didn't leave the country together.

My father was employed by Siemens, did something to do with software/systems architecture and made it to the position of authorized signatory.

He seems to have been talented in his field. What I hear is that he rarely tried hard in his life. He was comfortable, I hear in cautious retrospect.

I know little about him, and little about his life.