Any man who would frame the four death sentences he had received (one signed by Khrushchev, another by Yuri Andropov, the Soviet ambassador in Budapest in 1956) and hang them in his drawing room has the sort of quirky humor I relish.
Un homme qui s’est vu infliger quatre condamnations à mort (une par Khrouchtchev, une autre par Yuri Andropov, ambassadeur soviétique à Budapest en 1956) et qui les a accroché au mur de son salon a sans nul doute cet humour décalé que j’apprécie tant.