When I was a child, we lived with my grandmother on my father’s side in the same house for 14 years: she lived downstairs, and we lived in the attic so I would spend a lot of time with her, when I wouldn’t feed animals with our neighbour, Aunt Maca. We would play Hungarian cards…
I simply cannot get enough from spring. Sometimes I am wondering how I was able to live in big cities for 18 years and basically almost ignore what transformation takes place around me each year. ‘Does it goes like this every year? Amazing!’, I would happily tell everybody who passes by the house but I…
I am sitting in my grandmother’s living room and listening to her while she is telling stories. I love her stories. Stories about her youth and childhood. When snow crackled below their feet while they were walking to the church. She remembers the carol singers, who visited each house singing Christmas carols. The smell of…
