Budapest – Early Sunday Morning jog on old and kind of hard to run on, stone streets. Beautiful with memories of other similar places I’ve been. Cities that are not too far from here -like Vilna and Lvov. Like those places Budapest whispers and screams memories that are not mine but everyday if I listen I can catch just a bit of the past and bring it into the present. A gem of a city but perhaps tired of the weight of it’s tumultuous past and now fearful of it’s presently aggressive government.
