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My house in Budapest
I arrived in Budapest in the morning and was immediately greeted by a broken washing machine. Over the next days, the city unfolded slowly: bridges guarded by stone lions, a river that once divided enemies, music in my headphones that matched my steps, and borders that turned out to be nothing more than a bridge… Read more
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The Magic Bus
The sun shines brightly, a bit too bright for an October morning. Leaning my head against the window, I travel on the Magic Bus, traversing ancient lands and memories across centuries. The clock next to the driver is stuck at 10:37 AM, and I am stuck in my thoughts. Read more
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