I am happy you're still here. I was born born in the Czech Republic. But as you can tell I have a Hungarian name: Judit. That is because my Dad is Hungarian and my mom is Polish-Czech. I spent a few years in a city close to Prague and moved to Hungary when I was 5. My dad was into some sketchy business and we always had money and the latest things money can buy.

We lived in a farm but frequented Budapest as my dad had a lot of dealings over there. My brother, Bolasz, and I were very well taken care of... should I say provided for. We were spoiled brats and got whatever we wanted. When we wanted to go to America he sent us to Florida to study. We finished high school at a christian private school in Miami with 2 nannies taking care of us. I even attended college at the University until tragedy struck our lives. Both my parents were found dead at our Budapest home. The suspision was foul play but no detailed investigation was ever pursued. So our education got cut short and me and my brother found ourselves at a loss. Being the older one. I had to grow up quickly and plan our lives.

We were so used to high living and were not aware that the money wasn't going to be coming in anymore. Whatever money was left, went quickly. We squandered most of it away. I had the need to be accepted by my peers and spent lavishly on stupid parties and trips. I also sold most of what we had including the cars and farm house. My brother moved with my uncle and I kept the house in Budapest.

Last year I went back to school to pursue medicine. I was a biology major at the Univ of Miami but I am going to Med school here in Budapest... or at least that's my plan.

I kept in touch with most of my friends from the US and I have visited NY, DC, Toronto, LA and FL since the tragedy. My friends have also visited me here. Linda Mehta, who is creating this site for me is one of my dearest friend. She's always been there for me when I needed her most. I have always admired her sense of adventure and cunning for the unorthodox.

When money became tight, I found myself working for the first time. I didn't know how to do anything. I tried waitressing and working at clubs, since I love clubbing but got fired on most of my jobs. When I visited Linda in FL, she auditioned as a stripper at this club but was rejected. I was hired instead but could only do it for one night. Not that I am compromising my femininity but the annoying table dances that I had to solicit. I quit after a day. I made $80 and paid the club $75.

Then I discovered that I can do photos instead.....