A Perfect Day in Piešťany
A Long Ago Memory of Beauty and Pain from Eastern Europe
In January of 1993, facing my 30th birthday and a marriage and life I wasn’t happy in, I took a job teaching English conversation in a small town in the Republic of Slovakia, which had just recently emerged from years of Communist rule and had broken away from the Czech Republic to become an independent nation. I was part of a program called Education F…
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