Between two cigarettes and a sea of used hankies, I dragged myself to the piano. I hadn't written anything real in nearly twenty years. I was a freshly heartbroken single mum of two, sitting alone in a Budapest flat, with no idea what I was doing. What happened next changed everything. This is the story of Three Times — and of what it costs to mute yourself for two decades, and what it feels like when the words finally come back.

Were winters always like this? Do we love or hate the snow? As sub-zero temperatures settled over the city and Budapest turned into Narnia, I grabbed my kids, my memories, and a moment of silence I didn’t know I needed.