forgot to mention this:
My 7 year old son, Benjamin was born at St. Marget Korhaz in Budapest. He has no Hungarien citizenship. He has an American certificate of birth abroad.
I think it means however, that he can never be president.
We had a hungarian butcher in Portland for a while that made the best sausage. I made that dish with his sausage and I think it is the single best thing I ever ate.
No, sorry. But the Hungarian Grand Prix is this weekend. Thats good enough for me.
Once, a Hungarian ripped my sister off. He took a butt-load of cash and her wedding ring (from her deceased husband, no less! I’m still on the lookout for that fool!). He called hissef’ “Tony”. Anybody seen him?
Sweet! I may take advantage of your Hungarianness sometime. You see, it’s an odd story, but I have a tape of the most ass-kicking violin playing I’ve ever heard, but I picked it up in Budapest, and the only words on the case or tape I can understand are “Budapest Gypsy Orchestra.” I need to figure out what the name of the piece of music is, and anything else I can get, because that tape isn’t going to last forever, and I’d like to find another copy somehow.
So one of these days, I need to dig that tape up and get a translation.
i think there’s a warm version of the cherry soup right? or maybe i’m
not remembering well.
i was there teaching english for my grad school internship. i lived in
eastern hungary in debrecen. i never expected i would live there, i hate
snow and cold… but i’m so nostalgic about it now.
i loved visiting budapest too… went to that spa where the old men play
chess and played a half a game with a friend. and i love the huge market
hall there. actually i just loved all the little fruit/vegetable markets
and little bakeries.
i’m glad for the experience, and to see some other parts of the country
like vezprem and tokaj, hortobagy (sp?) hajduszoboszlo (friend lived
there), some of the forest more north. i wished i could have seen the
traditional winter beating ritual in february.
i do wish to go back someday… that language is crazy hard to pronounce
though! all those funky vowels…
also, i bought a book of short stories there that are wonderful, if any
of you haven’t heard of it and are interested. it’s called “the kiss”
and it’s a collection of 20th century short stories published by corvina
books. they’re really great stories!
So that explains it!
I’m second generation American - My grandfather was Hungarian (Budapest). I don’t know the details, but I remember being told that my grandfather left the county with his family at about age 3. My greatgrandfather was some sort of government official and it was either leave or have “something bad” happen (He was a Jew). One of these days I’m going to have to study Hungarian History around the turn of the century (the 1900 one).
Boy, I really compressed that comment too far, didn’t I? Sorry.
My father’s parents came to the U.S. from Hungary and then married. When my father was still young, the family moved back to Hungary for a couple of years. Even though my father and his siblings were born in the U.S., they then became fluent in Hungarian.
And yes, it was Hungarian. The part of Transylvania they came from was always ethnically Magyar.
And Mauvaise, my grandfather left because he thought “something bad” was about to happen, too. Years and years later we figured out that the something bad was that his boss’ daughter was going to tell her father they’d been fooling around.
Speaking of ‘bad’ stuff happening. My dad had to leave so as to not be executed for being part of the '56 revolution.