If we are what we read... II.

About Us

Welcome to our little virtual corner! I’m a single mother raising my wonderful son, Ruben, who has grown into a remarkable teenager. For years, I was the sole breadwinner as a Krav Maga instructor, balancing the challenges of parenthood and work on my own.

When Ruben started kindergarten, I embarked on a new journey by studying healthcare management at Semmelweis University, specializing in health tourism management. After graduating, I began working in my field and experienced firsthand the tragic impact of the COVID-19 pandemic while serving as a healthcare manager in a state hospital.

As the pandemic subsided, I transitioned into private healthcare, where I currently work as a practice manager. Meanwhile, our family moved from a small town to Vác, a charming historic Danube riverside city near Budapest.

Here, we embrace the everyday moments and joys of life together. If you want to hear more stories about us, you’re warmly invited to visit the original Daysonpaper blog at S&Ru’s Diary on daysonpaper.blog.hu.

So I decided to try living for a year on an international stage and see if there are other mothers in similar shoes for whom this diary could be a support on the harder days—just as it has been a support for me when I was able to look beyond the difficulties and sincerely believe in my own strength.

Thank you for stopping by!

It’s been years since I last needed so badly to retreat into this journal, to hug my legs close and pull its cover over myself. Until now, since the last time I came here seeking solace, I never realized how comforting this space is, how inspiring the blank, white page can be—how many possibilities, thoughts, and emotions can leave their mark here. It’s as if it lifts a weight off my shoulders, as if it wants to help me simply by existing—like that silent, involuntary sigh you release with the final punch on the bag, with a bare fist, no bandages—after which everything disappears. Vaya con Dios. Of course, that’s not always comforting.

What am I…?

Shakespeare’s sonnets. If you want to feel something, you’ll find it in any of them.

Lewis Carroll’s Alice. If you want to escape, you can come with me. You think she’s mad…? I’ll let you in on a secret… the greatest minds all are. (:

Not only coins, but mirrors have two sides. Sometimes, I forget that.

Marcel Proust: In Search of Lost Time

I have never heard my footsteps echo so crystal-clear as in the halls of Combray. I know well what he speaks of. I know well what he remains silent about.

David Mitchell: GhostwrittenYou’re ridiculous if you truly believe you are independent of anyone. I deeply believe that at the greatest crossroads we choose our direction blindly. And in those moments, reason does not guide us. Fortunately.

Alice Walker: The Color Purple
This is not a typical women’s novel. It is a story of humility and persistent, gentle will—the foundation upon which you build your life. Tell me, on which finger do you want to count how many of these you have…?

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry: The Little Prince
Here, you can’t beat around the bush when it comes to friendship, flying, or other intangible things.

Margaret Atwood: The Blind Assassin
Iris, I see my grandmother in you, I see the women of the world in you—I see myself in you. Did you do well…? Hand on my heart: yes.

Gillian Flynn: Gone Girl
A brilliant game that only women can understand. And even if you acknowledge you’re witnessing a bad example, you still have to admit the overwhelming victory.