Europe
Ottó Orbán
1978
I have always backed off from the word.
In the Thirties Europe meant French. But was it only then? Not in earlier centuries? A bloody lesson learned that Europe was Balmazújváros as well as Notre Dame!
But in America I was European. And not because of megalopolis the size of regions, and so on. The difference was never size. My time reared us…
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