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...
Two and a third centuries ago, thirty-nine persons – all men and white – sat down and tried to cobble together a document reflecting highfalutin ideals which they embraced and...
Sunday morning I went for a walk on Mount Royal. There is a park there which overlooks my city – Montreal. I wanted to see my college debating partner’s, Leonard...
