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I translated at least 50 Native American poets by Sándor Jászberényi

Hungarian poet and translator Gábor Gyukics talks about leaving Hungary in the 80s as a political refugee, his time living, writing and publishing in the US, and his years of translating Native American poetry.   Sándor Jászberényi: You left Hungary in 1986. Where did you go? Gábor Gyukics.: Yes, I left Hungary in 1986, I […]

Apothetae by Benedek Totth

“… wars occasion a certain natural selection among peoples, which plays a very important role in the gradual perfection of the human race, because victory is generally won by those peoples who are physically, mentally, and morally the strongest and who stand at a higher stage of culture.” – Lajos Méhelÿ: The Biology of War […]

My Anti-Gypsyism by Ákos Kele Fodor

My father was a lifeguard at the swimming pool in our small town, and every summer he tanned a darker brown than you ever would have thought possible. Not like most Hungarians, not a flaky, reddish bronze, he was really the color of chocolate. He was proud of his brown skin, he liked to show […]

Shanghai Bitter by Noémi László

Bottled by a Transylvanian Hungarian in English She stood with a half-emptied glass in one hand and an almost full glass in the other. A composed Chinese gentleman stepped in. He stepped out on the first floor. Ten minutes to eight and there she was, gin-and-tonicked and in love in the lobby, waiting for Zelda […]

If we indeed have souls by Zsuzsa Takács

It has no single form. And that’s the point! Can we trust in that which constantly changes its appearance? In Blind Hope? It could be a beggar on the street corner, or a young woman, servant to a house, marched off to Auschwitz together with her masters, to the Danube Delta or Vorkuta where she […]

God, White, Man by Attila Bartis

Seven years ago, as fate would have it, I arrived in Indonesia for the first time in my life, on Vesak. Vesak is the celebration of the birth, enlightenment, and departure from earthly existence—or Parinirvāna—of Gautama Buddha. Parinirvāna cannot really be called death, much like the crucifixion, resurrection, and ascension of Christ. From the perspective […]

Black Snow by Anna Terék

We barged along the silence of that winter. Wheat fields labored in the choke of ice.   By the barracks my father shifted from foot to foot. Nothing else moved in that frozen country. My mother, stock-still and angry. My sister and I, motionless. Motionless, other soldiers.   By the barracks he swayed with eyes half-closed, […]

[1945] by László Szilasi

In the autumn of 1944, the Russians poured across the border at Battonya, pushing out the Germans as they approached. They swallowed up our village of Gerla before rolling on toward the horrors of Budapest. The residents were terrified to death, but the village barely lost more than during peace time. Still, hardly any of […]

The Polyglot Pub Key by Hász Róbert

Not so long ago, on the way back to my birthplace, my wife and I stopped at a town in the province of Vojvodina, in northern Serbia. We were craving a Turkish coffee. We found a roadside diner on whose façade the establishment’s name was displayed in neon Cyrillic letters. It occurred to me that […]