Strawberries And Old Friends
From Baton Rouge in 1985 to Budapest in 2021, the strange routes of history
It is August of 1985, and I have just moved into an apartment complex just south of the LSU campus in Baton Rouge. I will begin my freshman year in a couple of weeks, but until then, I am cooling off by swimming daily in the building’s pool. Being 18 years old, and assuming that the entire world wants to h…
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