One of the many flaws in my overseas living is that I don’t speak the local language, Hungarian. I haven’t corrected this situation because, over the years, my life has become something that doesn’t require knowing Hungarian. I live in my bubble, and when I interact with locals they either know English, or they’re on the other side of a counter, and my limited Hungarian is good enough for buying whatever they’re selling. The only time I’m really troubled by my ineptitude, though, is when I speak to my neighbor.

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Ferenc Szecsi

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