About

Born and raised in Budapest, I'm deeply rooted in Hungary -- yet, for the last 25 years, I've kept leaving it, for months, for years, for decades. Only a Hungarian can enjoy Hungary as home sweet home. And they don't.

In Budapest I earned an M.A. in English and Communication and worked as a radio reporter before moving to New York. I graduated from Columbia University's Graduate School of Journalism with the support of the Fulbright grant among other amazing scholarships. I also graduated from New York University -- this time with a certificate in Business and Economic Reporting -- and joined Reuters, the news agency in New York City, for six years.

I've loved being a journalist.

It is not true that journalism finishes off a writer, as has so often been said — rather, just the opposite, so long as one leaves it behind soon enough,

Hemingway said. I tend to agree with the man on matters regarding writing. He also thought that war is the one single experience that a writer needs.

Today I fight the battle of letting go. During the past five years while my babies learned to sleep through the night, I forgot how to. I lost a home, a true love, an identity and my father.

I dig myself into the art of letting go and the day I graduate from loss and let go, I will share with you how the (literary) hell I just pulled that off.

My hope is that one day my grandchildren will read this report. Since my children have a Brazilian father who is an American citizen, there is no way for me to predict my grandchildren's mother tongue, so I decided to document my progress in English. Yet, for the first time in my life, I don't have the invaluable support of editors. My scribbling might be challenging to read. You have nothing more here than an honest journal.

Love,