it occurs to me that the fundamental problem of our time is that we all truly believe all the way to the tips of our toes that we are right. which in and of itself wouldn’t necessarily be so bad, were we able to realize that this does not in fact mean that anyone who disagrees with us is wrong.

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relaunching the apollo

nature’s reminder of the joys of photo processing (but only, of course, after reminding you of the wonders of snowy arboretums, planned but unfortunately forgotten until there wasn’t enough daylight left to catch a train

Torches thronged gently down stately Andrassy Avenue today, protesting in support of Fidesz in their latest battle with the European Commission, who earlier this week demanded a return of media pluralism, judiciary independence, and constitutional balance in Hungary. ‘Freedom from external oppression’, ‘Let our country be’, and ‘Don’t forget your euros when you leave’ spread the signage, while nearby flame-wielding participants took advantage of the opportunity to window shop Frey Willie and Louis Vuitton.

Some participants, clearly confused, carried torches coloured red, white, and green. A few mistakenly waved the Hungarian Democratic Republic flag, failing to remember that this march called for the version containing the crown.

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Sitting in an upholstered secessionist chair, contemplating how to get it home but mostly distracted by the goings-on of trucks and scout-wanderers, a passing woman tosses ‘nice find’ from my left, just enough of a pause to test the conversational waters.

‘Thanks. Incredible the things people throw away.’

A truck passes. ‘Any good furniture?’ nodding towards the towering pile behind.

‘Dresser, deco’

‘Thanks’ drifts back as they slowly drive on.

‘Got a car?’ the woman queries.

‘Nope.’

‘Where you headed?’

‘VIIth’

‘We could take you.’

‘Yeah?’

‘How much you want to pay?’

‘Ah.’

’2000.’

‘Zona taxi?*

She shrugs and wanders off. After a few more minutes of gazing pleasingly at the mild mayhem surrounding me I look up.

‘What’s wrong with me?’

‘I do not know.’

‘Why didn’t I bargain? She would’ve taken 500, and now we’re stuck in the XIIth. In a pleasant carnival, certainly, but stuck none the less.’

‘I do not know.’

Though a thumb out hitchhiking attempt did provide the alluring offer of ‘sure, if you’re very, very nice to me,’ we took the bus. When one of the two doors at the baby carriage loader refused to comply in the opening ceremony, the driver unsealed the front door in a rather obvious fashion and waited patiently whilst wrangling the chair through and my plunking the thing down in the standing room area, his heavy gas foot slipping me right into my desired seat for the entire, twisty journey down to Moskva Tér. Though the apparent instability of said seating arrangement prompted no shortage of sniggering from fellow passengers, it paled in comparison to the amusement garnered after we’d strapped the thing to a bicycle and sauntered the 3.7 miles home down the nagykörút.

“It’s terrible! He visits his mother only every six months. I just went to visit him a month ago, and now he talks about coming to visit me next month! He wants to smother me!” She kicks a half-rolled movie poster tipped inside a torn mesh hamper as punctuation. I nod, continuing my hunt for the pair to the child’s hand-sewn boot I’d just found, complete with shoemaker’s mold.

“Have a cigarette, dear, I’ll just be another minute.”

“Oh, I quit.”

“What, why?”

“He doesn’t like it when I smoke.”

“So, what have you been doing lately?”

“I’m in the kitchen, I made jams and jelly, lunch and dinner, pogacsa, cakes, you know. And a lot of sewing, as usual.”

“Fun, then.”

“I love it!”

“So what would he be interrupting, by visiting?”

“He wants to trap me! I am a free spirit, not a wife!”

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