swiming lessons

swimming lessons. Sy comin up for air.

Sy's 2nd grade class had swimming lessons ever Tuesday morning at 8am at the local olympic pool, BVSC. it was so weird. big, cold, quiet... there's nothing fun sounding about swimming lessons in December cold at the crack of dawn, led by a strict Austrian coach, no less. echos of Commie days?

Sy playing gombfoci (button soccer) with his papa.

papa. Sy and his grandfather while he stayed with us on Rottenbiller utca, VII District

my father came to visit us in November. warming up his violin early in the morning as he prepares for a special performance on a local radio station.

Sy and his father when he came for a visit. remains of a torn down building in the 5th District near Szabadság Tér.