When I moved to Budapest I didn’t have too much staff in the flat so in the first opportunity I went to a yard-sale. I found some old furnitures and books – they still have – and an old leather-bound, empty notebooks from the Communist era.
While I was living in Budapest I was writing and drawing to this Dairy. It wasn’t the happiest period in my life. Maybe you can recognize it…
Flora O. Hartyandi 