Little Yurt on the Steppe

On the road to Cyberia I took a wrong turn and ended up on the Great Eastern Plains. Fortunately, a group of Khalkha nomads took me in and taught me the secrets of life on the steppe. Now, I sit in my yurt, eating mutton dumplings and drinking a weak milk tea as I recount my tales of this Mongolian life.

středa, května 2

Someone knows where the bodies are

Earlier today someone broke into the grave of János Kádár, the longtime Communist leader in Hungary (though not the last, as Reuters is erroneously reporting), and stole his remains and an urn containing those of his wife.

Needless to say, someone in Budapest has a couple of skeletons in the closet.

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1 Comments:

Blogger Colleen said...

OH that was a horrible pun!

6:38 odp.  

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