Monthly Archives: September 2009

An Hungarian Interlude––July 13

By Dorothea Brooke | Published: September 18, 2009
At the train station, on a first foray into town, there are elderly women around corners with flowers for people to buy. The flowers are terse and papery yet they wilt in the sun; the women stand alone, or occasionally, in twos. Have the women come from the same fields? The flowers suggest as much. [...]
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An Hungarian Interlude––July 12

By Dorothea Brooke | Published: September 16, 2009
The plane taking off, spoke French, on arrival, it speaks Hungarian. A first impression on landing in Budapest, then, is the strangeness of the sounds from no mouth in particular. I can’t tell where the words stop, or where they begin. There is nothing Latinate with which to gauge English approximates. Indeed, the only word [...]
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A Parisian Sojourn––July 09

By Dorothea Brooke | Published: September 14, 2009
I pass some workmen in overalls on my street at lunch time. The one has three baguettes under one arm, a bottle of wine under the other, and in a bag he carries at least two kinds of cheese and a bottle of peppers. Formidable! Later, I pass birds on the street with crooked, shrivelled [...]
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