Hungary

When I am in Hungary, I am lost to my English family. There is a side to me that they will never completely understand, they will never get. It makes them realise that, no matter how fluent I am in English, really I am a stranger in disguise. They don’t actually know where I came…

Holding Hands

I never held my children’s hands. Or, to be precise: I never made them hold mine. Growing up, I associated holding hands with suppression, fear and embarrassment. When people, who said they loved me, squeezed my hand too tight or even scratched me in the palm for minor offences like not saying ‘hello’ to acquaintances….

Hello!

Welcome to my site. I started up this blog to write about cultures, languages and free-wheeling in this modern world. I am a footloose translator: a linguist who observes, admires and adapts to cultures around me, yet… I belong nowhere. Not that that’s a bad thing. I think it’s the lack of my own cultural…

Culture and Mindset

Well, you may ask: what does it mean to have no cultural identity? And what’s the point anyway? I think that one’s culture largely determines one’s mindset. In this sense, culture is a very broad concept: it is your direct environment (friends, family, school) and also the larger community, religion, nation. I also believe that…