Tag: World War I


When I found a stack of poems, in Hungarian, dating from the 1930s I hoped I had a trove that would yield the secrets of Paul Weidlinger’s teenage years.   It turns out that most of them are drivel (sort of what you’d expect from a teenage boy) but there is a particularly dark one that […]

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My father’s earliest memory is of lying on a red Persian carpet under a brown dining table.  He is three years old. He is trying to decipher the symmetrical patterns in the carpet… as if they signified something; something hidden, yet knowable.  He tries to explain this to his mother but he lacks the words.  […]

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