“In the embrace of what I call the feverish agony of my bout with this twenty-first century plague I marveled about how an eighteenth century English poet could foresee and...
Spying is about secrets and secrets are power … power over your fellow man. You can make him do just about anything – right or wrong, good or bad – when you know...
A month ago I told you a story about an island in the middle of the Danube river. Allow me to tell you another. At the beginning of the thirteenth century the big bad guy in...
During the last decade Budapest has gradually evolved into an extraordinarily attractive city, thanks to the many millions of Euros that the European Union has poured into the...
Three years of nail-biting it took me before I dared go back to Budapest again. I just did not trust the Hungarian authorities’ way of reporting on the Covid threat in their...
It’s a late Spring Sunday afternoon in Budapest and the weather is warm enough this year to go for a walk wearing just a short-sleeved shirt. Hurrah. Winter is definitely over....
It’s the middle of the night, 2 a.m. and I’m on the terrace. The glitter of the full moon’s reflection on the surface of our lake mesmerizes me. There is no wind and...
The Audible edition of WHITEWASH, my ninth novel, is scheduled to publish in the Fall. It’s about an NSA Contractor, Tom Karas, who spoke six languages, had an exceptional...
Xada felt funny. She was lying under her desk and her brother, Rafa, a year older, was lying on top of her, protecting her. He was calling 911 on his cell phone and was asking for...
