Budapest is a city of nostalgia, of party, of art, of hungarians. I stayed in Budapest with my good friend David, and we partied. We went to the baths. We toured the city. Prostitution is legal there - I did not participate, but I did think about getting a massage. I am happy that I did not. The brief rise and fall of the empire is apparent - hungary remains a relatively poor country. But, I believe there is hope - they have a history of success, even if brief.
The statues there are very interesting. It is all men of great renown, but there is always a single winged female that stands above the rest. She is the unknown female - an idol of the male population. Perhaps their muse. But, she does not have the opportunity to have her face known. This is the way of women in Hungary. A sense of superiority to men, a place out of the individual spotlight in return for a collective spotlight. I believe that the women should have the opportunity for individual spotlight, should they so desire it. But, they do not.
David's sister visited, and the two of them were a blast together. I enjoy that we all have a complicated parental history, and that we share similar struggles in this absurd existence. I believe I may have the most faith, walk the fastest, and eat the fastest. David's sister is a close second, with david a comfortable third. It was a fascinating dynamic - I wish it did not have to end so soon.