Marshall in Strange Places
The self-indulgent chronicles of a writer's adventures in Berlin, and elsewhere.
Real Hungarian Delicacies
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Just before I left Budapest for Florence, I asked Eva, my Hungarian friend there, if she wanted anything from home. She did not hesitate a...
The Perils of the Palinka
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The Palinka Effect Joe, a work friend, gets invited into the apartment of a neighbour in his building. He does not speak Hungarian, t...
“I’ll have the Negros, please.”
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I made a joke on facebook last week about a Hungarian candy, Negro. The context of the joke should be easy to understand: A seemingly polit...
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