I Get You, Mr E.B.
(In memoriam Endre Bálint)
This work is about an unbearable pang of homesickness that I feel seeping out of most the works of Endre Bálint, that were made during his time as a Hungarian emigrant of 1956. He later actually returned to communist Hungary, accepting all the consequences this move brought with it. What a choice that might have been. Here you go, me asking for a miracle, that would stop this kind of homecoming to a same-but-foreign place happen again.