So I’m trying to write a text message in Hungarian but my iphone is annoying me, because every word I write it makes another suggestion, like its saying ‘I think you meant to …
I imagine in my head that when a Hungarian receives an email, they treat it as a message-in-a-bottle washed from a distant shore. They read it carefully, then metaphorically fold-it-away as a curiousity …
Ok, I have only the vaguest idea about Hungarian politics, other than you need to throw your British notions of Left and Right out of the window and start again. However, when I …
It happened at the place I go for evening classes. They take place in a big square pile up on a hill on the Buda side of Budapest. Whilst waiting for my class …
So I’m waiting for my Wizzair flight to Budapest. Wizzair flights have all been late so far. This time whilst waiting, packed like sardines, in the departure gate, a big Hungarian guy starts …
Ok, I should start by saying Hungarians aren’t unfriendly. I’ve seen politeness between total strangers just because they sat next to each other at a café. But man you can get some spectacular …
I’m struck by how easy it is not to speak the language in a foreign country. You can pretty much live somewhere, anywhere, and get by with a couple of words, a bit …
It’s a funny thing living it two cities, one week here, the next week there. As I walk to work in London I think ‘was I really living Budapest last week?’ and vice …
When you live somewhere you get used to the order of things and the value you put on them. So, in a new place, it sticks out when something messes with the order. …