Tag: Kiskoros
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Joseph’s Gift
He greets me many school mornings, hand outstretched, a smile on his face. I didn’t know his role at the school and frankly it didn’t matter. His is a friendly and calming countenance, a momentary oasis, in an environ-ment of noise and commotion–a typical Hungarian high school. One day I asked him what he did…
American in Budapest 