“Gyuri had a terrible disease,” says a baldish man huddled over a corner table in the tiny Hungarian Café. “It was eating him alive. he was losing weight and his skin was getting paler and paler. But his eyes, they were burning.”
“Gyuri had a terrible disease,” says a baldish man huddled over a corner table in the tiny Hungarian Café. “It was eating him alive. he was losing weight and his skin was getting paler and paler. But his eyes, they were burning.”
