This post is a scheduled post. By the end of today, 25 October, I would be leaving Budapest and heading to Vienna. It seems apt to introduce you a book I read before I embark on my travel titled, Budapest.

José Costa is a Brazilian writer, except he is a ghost writer. José Costa attended the Anonymous Writers’ VCognress in Istanbul and is on his way back to Rio when a bomb scare on his Lufthansa flight forces him to spend a night in Budapest.

A man of language and wordplay, José instantly develops a connection to the city and the Hungarian language. His appetite whetted, he seizes a chance to renew his acquaintance and begins to concoct a new reality.

This new reality includes a Hungarian woman called Kriska, who is José’s teacher, critic and his lover. He lives hands to mouth, and describes Budapest warmly but it’s…