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The Hungarian Side
The stories that bring us into being are fascinating. A Hungarian soldier in the Second World War, a town in the grip of communism, a family of artists, a young Chemist from Northern …
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As it should be
I went with some friends to a charity concert last night. Palya Bea played, and she sang beautifully. Around the hall were paintings by children (mostly Roma) from a poor village in the …
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Wooden-Bench Flying Machine Company
One of the things I’m doing with my time is making some songs with the extra time I have, and inspired by living in a new city. Well, here’s the first one, aptly …
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Transitions
With one eye cocked on my upcoming six-month anniversary of this unusual way of life I have adopted, reflection is found at every corner. I am now thoroughly used to living in Budapest …
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Minden kezdet nehéz – all beginnings are difficult
In my old 1960s Learn Hungarian book, an odd conversation passage it asks you to translate from Hungarian to English. It goes like this:
‘I do not understand this passage’
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Oh Hungary Where Art Thou?
I have eyes and ears. Yes, that’s my defence. Because today’s observation is about, and coming from someone not well informed about
Hungarian Politics! It sounds like it should be a well-known phrase … -
Metroval
With three months of two-city-living comes quite a bit of public transport. So here’s a little vid from footage from my journeys on the London tube and Budapest Metro.…
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The Future is Predictable
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 …
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Snail Mail
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 …