is many a love-struck couple kissing and hugging with passion by the Margit híd;
is a lone acquaintance of mine fighting solo against the world for 8.000 forint spending hours in a library, trying hard to keep dreaming;
is bereft single grannies in dilapidated post-communist apartment blocks;
is hawk eyed hollowed women, with palms upwards turned, breastfeeding babies;
is well built Arab wiseguys keen on questioning "Change money?";
is taxi drivers, almost always ready to remark
"Nem tudom," when one gets in and states the destination.
(March 1992)
