Tag Archives: Budaörs

The Library

I wandered the streets of Budaörs one day, searching for something, something intangible from my past that might resonate with me. I visited places that resembled what they had once been but were modernized, with updated windows, new fences and … 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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