Hanging

“The world? “The world is not interested in us. Today everything is possible, even the crematoria…” His voice broke. Father, I said, “If that is true I don’t want to wait. I’ll run into the electrified barbed wire. That would be easier than a slow death in the flames.” “…everyone...

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What I’ve Come to Call Home

Happy New Year! Can I still say that nearly three months later? This marks my third anniversary living in Hungary. At the beginning of the month I climbed up Janos Hegy, (John’s Mountain) a small mountain on the outskirts of Budapest. This is me standing on a watch tower at the top and behind me...

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