In 2009, I took part into the first memoQ fest. I had been in Budapest with my parents thirty years earlier and was happy to have the chance to come back. However blurred, I had memories of a wonderful town, of tasty goulash and red wine, and of the beautiful Margit-sziget, so I took the chance for at least a walk through the historical cafes. I vaguely recalled from my first visit that many buildings had courtyards with small workshops, and in one of them I came across the atelier […]
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