Hungary is a beautiful country.
Things are not going well in Budapest, Hungary these days.
(I took these photos in 2006 (top) and 1997 (bottom)).
I like Hungary. I have Hungarian Friends.
I had to scour my computer and the house for these two photographs– two of my favorites.
The top photo is– duh– of a fortress that looks in the direction of Transylvania. There is an associated video in which a Hungarian friend spends a minute an a half explaining some Hungarian history. The YouTube video had over 8000 hits! It’s the most popular thing I’ve ever posted on line.
The bottom photo is for me the more touching. It was taken on our first trip to Budapest in 1997. It was a Saturday and Mr. Big Food and I were having coffee on Vaci back in the crappy olden days before no more than one story up had been sandblasted and cleaned of its communist tiny car spewing filth.
This processional came solemnly down Vaci Ut. and we asked what was happening.
“School fini” pronounced, shoell finee– at the time, no one spoke German or English– our waiter explained. It was Graduation.
We returned to Budapest so many times that we knew our way around without a map. I learned “push” and “pull” in Hungarian. And I even knew how to say, “Excuse me, but get the hell out of my way,” in Hungarian. And people at Keleti believed me and got out of my way.
Today, Walker asked if he and his tobacco spitting bud could till up a patch and put in a food plot. I gave him a hard time and told him he’d have to talk to Mr. John (that’s Mr. Big Food’s real name) and Mr. Big Food of course said okay. So Walker is going to till up a little patch and sow some winter wheat.
And after Walker had his audience with Mr. Big Food, he asked me if he could see the picture of the big deer I’d told him about.
You will recall that I downloaded some photos from the motion sensitive/IR camera up at the summit. And so I brought the comput out to the patio and found the photos and boom. Walker can look at the pics.
And he said, looking at a picture of a pretty big buck, “This one gets my blood going.”
I am thinking about Budapest and how filthy dirty it was and about the dogs in 1997 and how wonderful it was in the first few years before the Germans came and how awful it must be now.
Walker’s goal in life is to take that buck.
More power to him!