“The Bare-chested Man in Front of the Occupiers Tank” by Ladislav Bielik Update: This is the most searched post on my blog. On August 21st, hundreds, if not thousands, will read it. I’m reposting it today in honor of Ladislav… Read More ›
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Places we have lived.
The Music House
In the far corner of old town Bratislava at the end of Kapitulska Street, stands a music house. It was built in the 17th century, owned by the Catholic church, and provided to the music director of Saint Martin’s Cathedral,… Read More ›
Home
We had just crossed the border from Spain into France last month when Pat sighed and said, “It’s nice to be back home.” It was, to my mind, an odd thing for him to say. I think of Pat as… Read More ›
Our final, frenzied days in Budapest
This morning, well before dawn, I dragged a duffel bag stuffed with Pat’s clothes to a nearby alcove where the homeless men sleep. I left it with the hopes they will recognize it as a gift and find value from… Read More ›
Biking to the Wine Cellars of Eastern Austrian from Bratislava, Slovakia
When we lived in Colorado, Pat biked – up and down mountain roads and around hair pin turns. Me? No way. So it was natural he bought a bike when we moved to Bratislava, and that I did not. Besides,… Read More ›
The World In Between 