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In this novel excerpt, Krisztina Rita Molnár writes about her mother, raising four children alone, in a two-bedroom apartment in Budapest.
In this poem by Hungarian Zsuzsa Takács, translated by poet George Szirtes, Eastern European trauma transforms into the spectacle of disaster tourism.
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