Let not the New Year come without acknowledging the grand gifts we received from Marian, our correspondent in Budapest. Most gratefully received and you can expect something within the next, oh, 12 months after my guilt overcomes my slackness. Check here if there is any doubt in your mind as to my ability to not get a package in the mail.
You will see a toy Trabant in cream (my favorite brand of paper-based Euro-auto), a bar of the darkest chocolate as well as a chocolate Krampusz. You know, I find myself fearful of eating the head of Krampusz, even in chocolate form. Maybe it is the Satanic Gene Simmons tongue or the chain to drag away the evil child. If you click on the image you will have a different image on your screen.