Magda Denes

Prologue I am sitting on a hospitál bed, barefoot, my legs dangling over the step stool. I am wearing a white regulation gown tied in the back at my neck and at my waist. On my head there is a green paper-like shower cap that encloses all my hair. The room is small. My husband, although he stands...

Buch Wie überlebt ein Kind den Verlust des Vaters, den Zusammenbruch seiner wohlgeordneten Welt, den Absturz in Armut, Angst und Einsamkeit? Erst nach einem halben Jahrhundert wagte Magda Denes die Reise in ihre Vergangenheit. Schnörkellos und überquellend vor Sehnsucht nach Geborgenheit, Licht...

OneI begged, and often my brother obliged. In the dark when I couldn't sleep, Iván told me fairy tales in a whisper. AU the stories began, in the traditional Hungarian manner, 'Once there was / where there wasn't / there was once a Castle / that twirled on the foot of a duck.' The tales were...