The other week I dreamnt:
I'm with my (Hungarian) grandmother, and her English is fluent, and we're talking about how her life intersected with the currents of modern European history, like what she thought about the leaders of the Hungarian Revolution in '56...
And then my alarm rings, and I wake up, and I'm so angry, since I hadn't seen her in forever, since she died years ago.
And then, we were never able to really talk.
. . .
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