Every time I go back to Pest and I realize how far last year. However, Hungary still gives me new things: the Tokaj vineyards growing on the sacred soil of a cemetery, regardless of the sacredness of the place, a funeral for late November in a village where one can still travel with carts pulled by horses, party for the departure of joint celebration with binge eating pork and Palinka, skating to the Operetthaz Varosliget and operetta. Then return to the civil service ...
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