Snow Falling On The Exiled Writer

Thinking of Dante and Tarkovsky on the streets of Budapest

Hi everybody, I have had a bad last week, so let’s start with some really good news. I went to the Divine Liturgy on Sunday at a small Greek chapel in downtown Budapest. I had never been there before, but a friend invited me, so I joined him and his family there. At coffee hour, I met the young man pictured above, Attila (it’s a common name in Hungary).…