The visit (5)
Mary Murphy
June 25, 2015
Dad came to collect him and democracy was restored. I went from a co-starring spot to a supporting role in double-jig time. Once the UN building
Dad came to collect him and democracy was restored. I went from a co-starring spot to a supporting role in double-jig time. Once the UN building
Seven days in and we’re both still alive, if bordering on exhaustion. I want to be a kid again so I can stay up all
We’re still talking. But I’m knackered. His mother told me that he was too like me for comfort and now I’m finally getting a glimpse
I’ve never been responsible for another living being for any length of time, apart from a week of dog-sitting many years ago in Alaska. And
I’ve long since resigned myself to the fact that in Budapest, just as in anywhere else in the world, some people working in the service
I remember when coffee came in two forms: black or white. I also remember the caffeine tidal wave that swept the world, with the success
The first Easter I spent in my flat in Budapest, the doorbell rang on Easter Monday morning. I was a tad taken aback as I
When I ask an Irish person where they’re from, I get the name of the village. When I ask a Hungarian, if they’re not from
Well, that’s St Patrick’s Day done and dusted for another year. For me, anyway. It’s taking me longer and longer to recover from the endurance
I’ve walked the city of Budapest and noted the names of streets and squares without ever really paying attention to whom they’d been named after.
