dedalus Posted February 17, 2011 Share Posted February 17, 2011 (edited) Careening down the mountain on the one remaining rail of the broken railbed, gathering speed, my arms spread wide, hunched-up, tensing for the crash is when I shudder awake, many times already, in this cold white room. In Hungary, before Trianon, Nem, nem, soha … life was likened to licking honey, to licking sweet honey from a thorn. I have seen the future and don’t want to go there. Like a reversing van, a pantechnicon, very very slowly backing in. ....................................... Nem, nem, soha : No, no, never -- the Hungarian rejection of Trianon, the treaty that took away two-thirds of its land and people after the Austro-Hungarian army was defeated in the Great War. Edited February 17, 2011 by dedalus Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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