by Mikolt Tózsa

“It all started with a quiet evening when I unguardedly opened the Internet. I am reading that “in the Hungarian life the family surrounds itself around the woman, therefore sooner or later everyone lands in the kitchen. If a mother makes dinner, and I think everywhere, not only in our home, but it is usually a wife.” I screamed and threw myself on the kitchen floor, but prior to that, I thoroughly washed the spaetzle strainer. My ex likes Hungarian cuisine. According to Katalin Novak, [the President of Hungary], I should not believe that I cannot choose freely. I take a look at where I am not free. Thy Will Be Done.