Category: Doris the dog
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Doris, we miss you!
One of the main reasons we traveled to Slovakia was to take care of Doris the dog, an energetic, intermittently naughty but often charming 6-month old Hungarian Vizsla who chewed everything from stuffed toys to socks and underwear or your arm in a playful kind of way. Her owner Martin had to go to Denver…
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30 years ago, in Nitra – back in time
In September 1992, exactly 30 years ago , a young woman named Miss Christine Minett arrived at the dark bus station in Nitra, Czechoslovakia. She spoke no Slovak. There was a single pay phone under a dim light, with which she hopefully dialed the number scrawled on a piece of paper. She got a person…
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Please, Thank You, I’m sorry, and other things to learn in Slovak
Chris has been in England for about a week now, with me staying here at Martin’s house in Ivanka to take care of Doris. For clarification, Ivanka is a suburb of Bratislava, with the full name of Ivanka pri Dunaji (Ivanka near the Danube). In the US, Ivanka is a name that is loaded with…
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A mixed bag: a car accident, 3 Ukrainians, 2 guests, a dog named Doris and Google Translate
After five days of not keeping up with the blog, it’s hard to know where to start. I guess I’ll start by recounting our car accident driving Martin’s car the day after Martin left, four days ago. Most importantly, no one was hurt, and secondly, it wasn’t our fault. We were slowing down for a…