My sister, Reka, was born and raised in Hungary. In fact, the first time she came to the states, she was married to my brother. Naturally Hungarian is her first (of many) language, my brother speaks Hungarian, and although my Hungarian is limited, I can say hello and tell you that there is a very, very fat person nearby. I can also ask where my bra has gone.
Useful, I know.
As I sit here, I long for travel. I long to be lost in a rainbow of languages I don't understand. I long for a country I've never been, Hungary. Or maybe I just want to walk around and ask where my bra is! *Snicker*
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