Saturday, October 8, 2011


I have been divorced from my Hungarian husband for over 40 years. I was 19 when I met him and he was 32. It was October 1954 and on December 31st the same year, as the church bells were ringing in the year 1955 he asked me to marry him and come to Canada with him. I am in Canada. It is October, the sky is blue and the maple trees are dressed in yellow, orange, red and green. Why am I listening to Hungarian Tzigane music? The violins are moaning and sobing and so am I. 

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