Mikes Gyorgy, a Hungarian writer who left hungry Budapest of the thirties for London and reinvented himself as a successful English writer, returned after the Hungarian Revolution of 1956 to Hungary. He decribes his emotions in the old coffee house where he spent so many hourse with fellow famelic litterateurs of the Hungarian language.
Then he discovers that the avenue carries the name of a then would-be poet who not only tried to fuck his girlfriend but never paid back a five pengo personal loan. Not a small street but one of the central avenues of Budapest. Mikes says he felt more than personal emotion, the mighty presence of History. On a different level, of course, that a building in the Ariel University carries the name of my grand-auntie, well, is a bit touching.
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She is my auntie i.e. my late Father Sister murdered during the holocaust,
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