Monthly Archives: March 2012

A Changed World?

From early morning to late afternoon in Budapest, the sky was steel grey. The sun never cracked a smile, nor permitted a rainbow to shine through the prism of ice on a tree. The frozen air bit my skin, and … Continue reading

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Flashbacks

My return to the cemetery later that day proved to be productive, if not completely happy. Perhaps bittersweet is the better word. I found my grandmother’s grave. I found her in a newer part of the cemetery, a part better … Continue reading

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Fuzzy Cotton Candy

I must have been dreaming to think that time would not have changed Budaörs. Perhaps I just wished that nothing had changed, like wishing for a gift from Old Saint Nick. Naturally, some of the town was as I remembered … Continue reading

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Story Behind Chapter One

In Budaörs, Hungary, the city where I grew up before the revolution, my cousin dropped me off early one morning just before Christmas. I had returned to this place of my youth, curious to see how it had changed. I … Continue reading

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