My dad was raised in Soviet Hungary, and he tells stories of being sent to school with nothing but a slice of bread with lard on it. That’s who I’m imagining when I draw Mr. Szabo.
July 25, 2022
My dad was raised in Soviet Hungary, and he tells stories of being sent to school with nothing but a slice of bread with lard on it. That’s who I’m imagining when I draw Mr. Szabo.