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Spring Springs in Budapest

Soon the restaurants and bars along the Duna will open up, and the ones I'm talking about are the kind that have a small cottage for prepping food, surrounded by picnic tables and mismatched seating, string lights, umbrellas and awnings, places where if you drop a french fry it lands in dirt.

A Middling Winter

On another occasion recently, I took a stroll across the Árpád bridge and snapped this photo of the Danube. There's something particularly wintery about the scene, the way the clouds hover and throw the light of the Parliament back onto the surface of the river. The bony trees.

Bullet: The Genesis

I met Bullet Shih in the summer of 2002, a couple of years after he arrived in Budapest and a couple of weeks after I did. We were both part of the same ragtag Bohemian circle of friends that included expats and refugees, poets and pornographers, artists aspiring and actual.

Drinking a Beer

I'm drinking a beer. Not trying to cut back because I don't drink that much. Joined a gym. First time in

October in Budapest

"You're not so good at weekly dispatches," a voice in my head tells me as I think about sharing more regularly. It's really like that. Just like that. Voices telling me thus and such, bickering sometimes.