Category: BLOG
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Leaving ön a train
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…
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train travel for dummies
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…
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revolution
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.
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the black butchering
‘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.…
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live the story
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…
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борщ, budapest, and the berlin wall
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…
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Pumpkin patch
A house full of teens that fill the air with music until we kick them out at 1 AM. An autumn yard cleaned. An evening with friends and pumpkins and laughter that makes you cry. These are the sweet moments that must be treasured.
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sing
Somewhere between Zagreb and Budapest, where the farmers gather the fruits of another year’s sweat and tears, there stands a church in the midst of a ripe field. Every ear is straining toward the sun, the heart of each plant bursting in readiness for transition. And in the very midst of this lavish testimony of…
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extravagant expectations
What can a group of college students accomplish in a country where the Church of the Nazarene has no established presence? With little money and with cultural knowledge developing in real time, what could really be expected to happen?
teanna sunberg 