I was always fascinated by the legends of Budapest – this city is my permanent muse. However traumatized and injured it is, however moody its inhabitants are these days, I love Budapest dearly, and I think it would be impossible for me to ever leave it.
Photographer Ferenc Berko (Nagyvárad, 1916 – Aspen, Colorado, 2000) was five years old when he left Hungary with his family. He worked and made a name for himself abroad, similarly to Brassaï, Capa, Hervé, Kertész, Moholy-Nagy and Munkácsi.
Weöres' poems came out in English a trifle too late. I wish it would have been otherwise, for in that year Weöres was one of the strongest candidates for the Nobel Prize which kept eluding Hungarians until Imre Kertész received it some years later.
Some more exciting new books: a sword-brandishing 17th century story by Péter Esterházy, a posthumous book about mental asylums in Communist Hungary by Péter Hajnóczy, a book of poetry in C minor by János Térey, a novel about St Teresa of Avila by Vilmos Csányi, and a new drug novel by Viktor Kubiszyn.