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And a once strong communist foothold is transformed into a resounding symbol of unity. I close my eyes, place my hands on the cold metal and listen to the past sound of bricks breaking Inhale the rust deep into my lungs and feel the echoes of revolution rumble through the streets. A sunset bruises the sky A father and son stare out at the horizon And even the air tastes different here.

by Aimee Wilkinson


Budapest Anthology 2013  

The Dovetail project gives people in Nottingham, Karlsruhe and Budapest the opportunity to tell each other their stories using creative writ...