Grave robbers in Kunszentmiklos
Ξ June 14th, 2007 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Goddess |
Don’t even try to pronounce it. It’s a sleepy little town on the puszta, in eastern Hungary. My fraternal grandparents and my father grew up there. I visited there last summer in the worst heat wave.
Heat wave in Budapest is intensified by the presence of the many stones and bricks, but here on the plains, it’s the earth that holds the heat, it’s the earth that exhales it on you as you walk. Your face burns, it’s a relentless heat, with no wind to lift the spirit.
First I thought I’d stay in this little town four days, breathe in the town’s past and present. I’ll do some good and then come home. My gay cousin Andy was driving me, bless his soul. We hooked up with Zoltan Nemeth, a local folk historian, who knew everything about the old families, mine […]
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