[image error]Painting by Vincent Van Gogh
What is the story I want to tell?
How do I start?
There’s the town, the shop, the house, the pianos, and letters…
…and the man, my God, the man….
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I didn’t come from here. My mother and I left the Hungarian city where I was born in July of 1938.
My mother died in 1965, yet I still see her in my kitchen salting stocks, and kneading dough.
No one bakes in the suburban cul-de-sac where I live. I suspect few know how.
They buy their breads and cakes in quaint Midwe...
Published on July 13, 2018 14:43