‘There Are No Gays in Hungary’

A lost in translation conversation with my parents during my 20's

Photo by Frank Busch on Unsplash

“You can’t doing dis tings! It’s not okay for doing it vat you are doing!” my mother said in her Hungarian-Canadian accent.

I was home for a Sunday supper, and my mother had cornered me in her kitchen as I lifted lids and tasted from the pots of food cooking on the stovetop…




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Arpad Nagy

Arpad Nagy

A Proud Hungarian-Canadian late 40’s, throwback romantic that loves to write. 5xTop Writer. Co-Editor for Kitchen Tales. Open for gigs. labbmwd@hotmail.com

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