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Author: teanna2day

  • where were you?

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    With the coffee cup midway to a sip, the first text slammed into our afternoon. ‘Where are you? Lydia has hurt her ankle. Come quickly.’ And a little later, another text, ‘It may be broken.’ Our hospital journey had begun.

  • no tourists please

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    Paradox: I am a tourist in a city where I live. Today with camera attached to my arm, I have chosen to drink coffee on Vaci Utca with other tourists. Snapping photos, gazing at the 18th century architectural wonders, dodging baby carriages, and sniffing forbidden Hungarian spiced wine, I am blending. The city with its…

  • turkish toilets

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    I have heard it recently related that the wife of an important person was hesitant to visit our part of Europe where the toilets may be Turkishly challenging and life is a little raw. She preferred the westernly ordered, pristine shopping boulevards of our European neighborhood. I have to smile at her loss as I…

  • Leaving ön a train

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    Rush. Rush. Rush. It has been a dramatically packed preparation day. At last, we are in our tiny bungalow which is less than 2 meters long but it has a little sink in the compartment. The sink is a first for me. There is something so authentic about European train stations. It connects with an…

  • train travel for dummies

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      As the train belches and booms through the Carpathian Mountains tomorrow night, we will be settling down to the rhythms of that iron monster. I cannot keep my mind from wandering toward the foreboding tones of Vlad the Impaler’s Transylvania. A lesser heart might wonder at the coincidence of a midnight journey on the…

  • a revolution remembered

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  • revolution

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    Thousands take to the streets of Budapest on this Revolution holiday. In front of Heroes Square, the Prime Minister delivers a speech to the nation.

  • the black butchering

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    ‘A basement turned butchery was not the ideal location for an act of treason’, the thought swung through his mind in a downward torque like the handle of an axle before its blade meets flesh. After the first loud squeals had been silenced, the blackened room assumed the morbid rhythm of dismemberment. hack. SPLAT. hack.…

  • live the story

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    On the eve of commemorating the Hungarian Felkelés (Revolution), it may be a surprise to find this post is birthed out of a different cultural perspective. It has nothing and everything to do with Hungary and the reminder of an anti-Soviet uprising in the streets of Budapest in 1956. The story of the revolution begins…

  • борщ, budapest, and the berlin wall

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      Tonight’s menu is борщ (borsch) made like the Russian babas taught me at the dacha so many years ago. Almost every good memory of Moscow that I have, and there are a plethora, involve this Russian staple. Tonight, I am serving it to my family in Bulgarian pottery in our Hungarian home. Over the past…