Tard: A stitch in time
In the many road trips I’ve taken around Hungary, the same questions always come to mind. Why isn’t more being done to capitalise on the
In the many road trips I’ve taken around Hungary, the same questions always come to mind. Why isn’t more being done to capitalise on the
György Marx was everything I have never aspired to be: a physicist, an astrophysicist, a science historian, and a professor. Okay, I’d have liked to
I like to think that I can spot potential. In plans. In people. In property. Especially in property. I’m not for a minute suggesting that
Someone once told me that their birthday was on 16 June. Ah, I said, you were born on Bloomsday. They looked at me, cluelessly. In
I’m a firm believer in old souls and past lives. Some of us – not all of us, but some of us – have been
I didn’t get to see the Pope when he was in Budapest recently, but I was delighted to read that he’d revisited St István’s letter
It’s been a while since I’ve done the tourist thing in Budapest. Most of my visitors have been here before and want to venture further
I grew up in a place and time when having some sort of voluntary experience on your resumé or CV was almost as important as
His given name wasn’t Patrick. His colour wasn’t green. And he was never canonised. In preparation for the big day in March, a fact check
One of the more confusing things about living abroad is getting your head around a new set of holidays. I was surprised that in Malta,