That was quite a trip. A ménage à trois in a communist country of gypsy music and vodka.
But actually, my memories are on the hazy side. That thick fog, blurring the edges of
the city; that heavy wine, blurring the edges of perception.
We were drunk as lords and spending money like Westerners without a purpose.
Capitalists in the East before the Fall of the Wall.
Oh Budapest.
It can't have been a pretty sight.
Do you miss those times?