Alex is my neighbour. He repairs kidney machines for a living. He left Hungary and family as a boy, post ’56. A country lad at heart, who never went back.
I asked if he could fix my car – battery drain
Kidney machine, car – much the same?
Sorted - short circuit.
As a thank you I cooked him my best bigos (Polish stew). Alex took delivery on his doorstep.
Polish food, Hungarian food – much the same?
I swear I saw a lump in his throat, the merest hint of a tear in his eye:
“My Polish grandmother used to cook this”