In sixty-eight years, Valeria has never minced her words Harrumphing through her isolated little village deep in the Hungarian steppes, she clutches her shopping basket like a battering ram and leaves nothing uncriticised - flaccid vegetables at the market; idle farmers carousing in Ibolyas Nonstop Tavern; that gauche chimpanzee of a mayor and his flashy, leggy wife; people who whistle...