It was 2002. Four of us comprised a communications team, sent to Eastern Europe to talk with missionaries all over central Europe. Our team was all Americans, with one of us based in Budapest and three of us in St. Louis. Since everyone we would be talking with was American or spoke English, we were assured we would not have a language problem.
Right.
It was a packed schedule. In six days, we would be in Budapest, Bratislava, Prague, Dresden, Erfurt, Dresden again, Prague and Brno, and then a return for a final day in Budapest.
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Photograph: a village in the Sudeten Mountains, similar to one where we stopped to eat dinner. Credit: lur. Ch via Pexels. Used with permission.
Some Thursday Readings
“The Alchemist,” poem by Louise Brogan – Sally Thomas at Poems Ancient and Modern.
English Poet, Catholic Exile – Joseph Pearce at The Imaginative Conservative.
He said – poem by Sonja Benskin Mesher.
Poet Laura: In the Glow of the Desert – Sandra Fox Murphy at Tweetspeak Poetry.
“Moo!,” poem by Robert Hillyer – Joseph Bottum at Poems Ancient and Modern.
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