I took these photos in Budapest at the memorial to the people (mostly Jews) shot and thrown into the Danube in ‘44 by the Arrow Cross party. [Link]

It was strangely pretty but creepy at the same time to see so many scattered metal cast shoes, rusting by the edge of the river. Some had pairs, others were odd. There were long, laced boots, large shoes, pretty shoes… They looked so vulnerable somehow, despite being made from such a robust material. They looked about to tip into the river.

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Someone had put flowers in the lone child’s shoe.

Bertush’ Apricot Cake

The cake in the picture above is baked by my Mother-in-law, but if you want to make your own, here’s the family recipe by father-in-law’s aunt, Bertush. :)


  • 200 g. butter
  • 1½ cups of sugar
  • 2 cups of self-raising flour
  • 4 egg yolks
  • 2 whole eggs
  • 2 pouches of vanilla sugar (10 g each)
  • ~1 box of apricots (or plums)

You will also need a round cake form (about 25 cm in diameter)


  1. Mix the ingredients together, except for the apricots, which you should slice in half.
  2. Pour the batter into a greased cake form.
  3. Place apricots on top of the batter. You don’t need to press them down. Place them with the sliced side down.
  4. Bake in the middle of the oven for 50-60 minutes at 180 degrees C. 
  5. When the cake cools down, sprinkle with powdered sugar.

Cuckoo clock.
I bought this in Frankfurt. It’s electric, but it makes cuckoo sounds. Waiting for our new flat before I hang it up. :) Hopefully the cat doesn’t kill it when it starts moving.