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It’s a Sunday morning in Budapest. You have to be out of the bnb by 10am, but your flight is late afternoon. Why not pass the hours in a cosy café? Tucked away in a quiet street in Jewish quarter, District VII. Past the street art of 2 Hungarian Nobel Prize winners, you see a…
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I wouldn’t call myself an avid reader. But I have read quite a few books, and they’ve stuck with me in ways I can’t put into words. Not because I don’t know how to articulate the change- there is that to some extent- but it is primarily that I forget these worlds after some time,…