17 APRIL - Thursday

Thursday, April 17, = = (Budapest City - Maps)

I sleep like a dormouse, I wake up to 12 years who had not slept so well. I go out and make a breakfast of pastries and coffee, then I start at the bus stop that will bring me at the art sites.

The city shows completely, its close link with the culture in the Habsburg monuments. People are calm and expressed the wish that the spring is in them, walking as if they tasted the air.
Older people walking floor enjoying the sunny day, the girls express all the grace that is inherent in the slave population, adults walk slim, not curved to the cold winter.
Walk along the banks of the Danube, I admire the bridge Szekchenyj also called the Chain Bridge. I walked a lot and I am away from my lodging, boarding a taxi and ask...



the driver to portarmici.
The driver will have more or less my age, I question where are the usual and after exchanging pleasantries I ask him to talk about how he lives or has lived in this city, tells me a memory:

"I was born and always lived here. I know that I was a child, when in 1956 the population rose up to claim his freedom. The noises coming from the road, I was scared, I cried, my mother held me close to if and urged me to stay calm and not be afraid. My father was in the street, I do not know whether the insurgents or against them, I've never known, my mother has always tried to keep me unaware of his ideas. So just who is no longer returned home, they found him lying in a square on the steps of a church, his body torn by shrapnel of a bomb. The repression was relentless, fighting hard ee without pity by both parties. Killed thousands of Hungarians., For and against the social system and then also some hundreds of Russian soldiers left the blood on these roads. Students who did shoot the spark of the revolt were the precursors of the claims of social Europe, which had their climax in the famous 1968th Now it is only a distant memory, the city has risen in all its glory, tourists come to frotte in this metropolis of art, our standard of living has improved a lot, unfortunately, are still many parts of Hungary where it does not This improvement has as that we enjoy, but our people are proud and able to progress even in the countryside. Agriculture, tourism, our warm hospitality towards foreigners is known. Arrive early to be able to compare on equal terms with all countries of Europe "

I am at my apartment, I greet him warmly and I offer my warmest greetings.
Ceno in a room where the shows are late folcroristici (as I said) but I think it is a place, freguentato young girls for "pilgrims" Italian, French, German, Hungarian few.
However the performance is discrete, visually apparent zingaresco three musicians, dressed in traditional costumes, playing music with violins tzigane that emit sounds and electrifying the cimbalom, which emits a metallic sound unusual to my ears.
Encouraging those present to follow them with beats of hands, and Extemporaneous folk dances, performed a folk dance sweeping the c.
The girls in the room, very nice, they dance to the frenetic pace of wonderful sounds, which emanate from these unique instruments, creating an electrifying atmosphere of happiness, the foreigners, are in awe of everything, old and young males, are thrown into awkward dances and ridiculous, trying to follow the pace of strident violins, hoping in vain to copy the movements, beautiful Hungarian girls.
The atmosphere heats up more and more, the libations, dancing, beautiful girls and the music makes the atmosphere nice and intriguing for all the present and for my part, I must thank those who advised me to stay, to attend a spectacle of fun and happy humanity. At 2 am I go out and take a taxi to go to sleep, I was too overwhelmed by the experience, I have danced clumsily like everyone, I drank a glass of more than usual and I did not run away, a gentle approach with a Ms discrete middle.
I throw on the bed and I sleep like a rock.

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