What Lies Beneath is the title of the column I write for the Budapest Times, the city’s monthly English-language magazine. My remit is pretty broad. I get to write about people I’ve met, places I’ve happened upon, and life in Hungary as I see it.

All bets off

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Mao had his little red book. The World Bank has its little green…

What's in a name?

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I once knew a statuesque, red-headed American girl who changed…

We used to build civilisations...

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I'm addlepated, confounded, confused, mixed-up, muddle-headed,…

What's your excuse?

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There are times in life when all our troubles pale into insignificance,…

A bloody good job

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What seemed fun and adventurous to me as a kid, now seems grotesque…

Dropping the eaves

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Deliver me from inanity, from the idiotic, senseless, banal conversations…

Hidden depths

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When I was seven, my twenty-year-old cousin was old, which made…

Notes to self

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I have spent the last ten days in a room with 16 people who travelled…

The F word

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If I am alone in a room, I am a person. If a woman enters, I become a man. And the more of a woman is the woman who enters, the more of a man I become. Frigyes Karinthy