I am standing in the kitchen pantry room, in front of the crates that are full of apples of this autumn and an old story pops into my mind that my mother used to tell us. It is a story that my mother used in order to demonstrate what the difference is between an optimistic…
More than 2 months have passed since we adopted our cat, Gata after a big storm in reality and in my heart as well. We needed to change a lot of our ideas about cats and also about ourselves during this time. One of them was the plan of keeping her outside then she landed…
‘What do you think about climbing a mountain and watch the sunrise ?’, I ask my friend, Meli who I know is not a morning person but can get as enthusiastic about crazy ideas as I do. ‘Uh…sunrise? In the Bakony mountain? Well, I am in… But only if afterwards I get some coffee and…
We are chatting with Kata and I tell her that I got some quince from a friend. ‘And what are you going to do with that?’, she asks. “Quince paste… Imagine, it supposed to be quite an exacting process!’, I answer with full enthusiasm as if I am talked about an unexpected lottery win. Kata…
The Hungarian poet, Dezső Kosztolányi has a beautiful poem which title inspired mine, however he dreamt of colourful inks, that he could use for writing letters to the loved ones (You can read the poem in English here) So instead of inks, I dream of apples. Of quince, yellow-green Golden apples and reddish ‘scone’ apples….
“Would you come to Velem with me?”- I ask Áron at the beginning of September. This needs a short explanation for non-Hungarians because this question is a joke with the words. Velem, beside of the fact that it is the name of a village in Western Hungary, means also “with me”, so if you replace…
