PhD?

I survived my very first scientific conference as a PhD student. I could say it was horrible, but I'll not. So here is the story:

Chef TünDee

"I saw your picture on Facebook. You and cooking?! Are you kidding?!", "The next time we go to have lunch to you!"

Worst day of my life

It was a sad Wednesday.

Egy jó asszony

  For those who don't understand Hungarian, just in few words: this post is about my beloved grandmother, who raised me up, who was my mum instead of my mother, who gave me everything; but unfortunately, unexpectedly and unfairy died few days ago. I can't translate these emotions inside into English. I apologize.

Mama, thank you for taking care of me, R.I.P.  I'll be missing you :(