#rich kids hungary

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Kőgazdag Fiatalok 1: A pénz boldogít.

Alapvetően a társkeresős realityket szeretem, de nagy rajongója voltam a Luxusfeleségeknek is, szóval gondoltam teszek ezzel is egy próbát.

"Aki azt mondja a pénz nem boldogít, az hazudik".

Az első fiatal akit megismerhetünk PSG Ogli, influenszer, aki valamiért azt hiszi, hogy ő találta ki a kis pénz, kis foci mondást.

Róla hallottam már több ismerősömtől is, Tiktokon nagyot megy, de szerencsére engem megkímélt tőle az algoritmus. Talán, ha kigyúrt nő vagy macska lenne én is belefutottam volna.

Szegényt nagyon nehéz érteni, mert borzalmasan hadar, meg fotykos is picit.

Elmondása szerint szeret pénzben fürdeni és ezt demonstrálják is a kamera előtt: a managere, Ádám, szórja rá a lét.

Mivel szerinte Magyarországon csak középszerű bulik vannak, ezért szervez egy jó házibulit, amire meghívja az összes Kőgazdag Fiatalt. A belépés feltétele, hogy legalább kétmillás szettekben jelennek meg a meghívottak. Sajnos többen nem értik, hogy mit mond, de majd lesz valahogy.

A kádban feküdve eszébe jutott Commodus császár története, akit vízbe fojtottak a fürdőben és felveti a managerének, hogy szüksége lenne egy testőrre.

Ádám meghozta az ország legelitebb testőreit, de Ogli nincs elájulva a felhozataltól.

Véletlenül coming outol, amikor azt mondja, hogy nem az esetei ezek a férfiak.

Mindenesetre leteszteli őket, hátha mégis méltóak a feladatra. Először az intellektusukat teszteli, ami abból áll, hogy elhadarja nekik a napirendjét és vissza kell mondaniuk, de sajnos nem mindenki értette, amit mond.

Ezután az erőnlétüket tesztelte: fekvőtámaszokat kellett csinálniuk, de ezzel is voltak gondok. Utána romantikusan fel kellett vinniük a lépcsőn, mert olyan férfit szeretne maga mellé, aki hercegnőként bánik vele. Itt is csak csalódás érte.

Végül senki nem felelt meg neki. Ádámot elzavarja, hogy keressen másik jelölteket.

Annyira felbaszta a managere, hogy el megy edzeni, levezetni kicsit a feszkót. A teremben meg is pillantja az igazit: egy kb minden létező szteroidot szedő, nem túl szép faszit.

A csávó, viszont tisztában van a saját értékével és nem vállalja a melót a felkínált egymisiért, lazán bekért ötöt havonta. Megegyeztek. Ennek örömére Ogli felhívja a managerét, hogy lebassza, amiért ezt se tudta neki elintézni.

A második szereplőnk, Dulin Metta, "világutazó". A nő 32 éves és bár örök fiatalnak tartja magát, azért már nem biztos, hogy a Kőgazdag Fiatal mindkét feltételét teljesíti.

A szemfüles olvasóim emlékezhetnek rá a Nagy Őből, amiben elég sokáig jutott, de végül Attis nem őt választotta.

Elmondása szerint, neki minden nap vasárnap, természetesen arra gondol, hogy rendszeresen jár templomba. Van egy cukorborsó macskája, aki viszont depressziós, mert mindig utazik a nő és nem foglalkozik vele. Cicaterapeutát akar találni neki.

Megismerjük Lizát is, a lány bejárónőjét, aki kurva idegesítő Metta szerint, de az egyetlen ember, aki eddig normálisan kitakarított.

Liza felborítja Metta csizmáját és a nő egyből meg is jegyzi, hogy többe van, mint a féléves fizuja.

Egyrészt, geci undorító az a csizma, másrészt, lehet többet kéne fizetned, akkor a takarítónőnek.

A nagy izgalmak után megismerjük Herceg Csabit, a luxusautó gyűjtőt.

Csávókám azzal nyit, hogy kimegy napozni az esőbe, mert ő akkor is napozik, ha nincs nap.

Van egy menyasszonya, Leti, aki szerint Csabi segghülye, viszont a faszi előtt azt se tudta mi a luxus, szóval nem számít, hogy retardált.

Csabin egy másik fazon is élősködik, Aurél, aki elvileg a barátja, de ő csak fogadott fiaként hivatkozik rá. A gyerek 19 éves.

A srác szerint nem az iskola számít, hanem, hogy milyen emberek veszik körül. Üzenném a barátaimnak, hogy köszönöm, hogy miattatok vagyok csóró.

Csabi szeretne venni egy új autót, de a szalonba ahova besétált sajnos pont nincsenek azok, amiket kinézett.

Közben vészhelyzet van, mert Leti haja szarul áll, de szerencsére nem kellett hívni a fodrászát.

Csabi csalódott, amiért nem viheti el azt az autót, amit kinézett de kapott helyette átmenetileg egy másikat. A férfi ezzel is elégedett, de Leti szerint szar a kocsi, mert nincs benne elég hely. Meg amúgy se érti, miért ekkora kocsibuzi a vőlegénye.

Az új vásárlás meghozza Csabi kedvét egy kis versenyzéshez és ki is viszi, jól meghajtani egy lezárt útszakaszra.

Aurél véletlenül pont erre jár a saját verdájával, így nyilván versenyezniük kell. A srác összefosta magát, mert azt hitte szarabb kocsival fog jönni az "apja".

Csabi megnyeri a versenyt és hogy megalázza a vesztest, rábaszott egy marék füvet Aurél autójára.

Ezután a testképzavar hazai nagykövetét Katát ismerjük meg, akit bár 25 évesnek írnak, erősen éreztetve van, hogy mintha kurvára több lenne már. Mindenesetre ő bejelenti, hogy még kb 10 évig 25 marad.

Első utunk a plasztikai sebészhez vezet, mert Katának bőrfeszesítő műtétre van szüksége.

De nem ám Magyarországon megyünk sebészhez, mint a csóró prolik, hanem repülünk Dubajba.

Hamár itt járunk, veszünk egy lakást is, mert miért ne. Kicsit shady az ingatlanos, akit Kata talált, de magyar.

Nem csak Kata van Dubajban, hanem egy másik "versenyzőnk", Szandi is, aki elmondása szerint aranykanállal a szájában született.

Saját bevallása szerint testére költött eddig a legtöbbet, de nem ám a saját pénzét, kizárólag a szüleiét.

Mit ad Isten, nagy barinők Katával. Nagyon megörülnek egymásnak.

Szandi elhívja egy jó partikára a nőt, de ő ezzel nem tud azonosulni, mert már girlboss mindsetben van. Ezt meg is villantja szöszi barátnőjének és elhívja megnézni a lakást amit meg akar venni.

A lakásba belépve Szandi nincs elájulva, de a legnagyobb fájdalma az ingatlanos maga. Nem tudja komolyan venni, mert szerinte egy Aladdin papucsos pufirizs.

A nő szerint az ingatlanos átkúrja Katát és valszeg igaza is van, mert a nő elszalad "telefonálni", aztán közli, hogy hahó, másik ügyfél vinné a lakást...

Kata időt kér, hogy megmutassa a faszijának az ingatlan képeit, mit ad Isten, tud időt adni az ingatlanos.

Kata elpanaszolja a férjének, mennyire paraszt volt Szandi. A férfi szerint foglalkozhatna a szöszi a saját dolgával és használhatna valami normális hidratálót is.

A lakást természetesen megveszik.

A dubaji kalandok után jön Filip, aki rendezvényszervező. Minden nap étteremben eszik, de nem a Pléhcsárdában, hanem fine-dining éttermekben.

Nem tudja, mit vegyen fel a bulikára, de szerencsére ott van a barinője, Lia, aki stylist.

Nem érzik pontosan a buli vibeját, szóval Filip a ballagási öltönyében akar menni, de az már kicsi rá (csak Pléhcsárda lesz ez).

Sajnos a férfi nem tudja elengedni az öltönyt és elviszi egy szabóhoz, de szerencsére nem lesz kész a buliig.

Beesteledett és érkeznek a fiatalok (és Metta) a partikába. Ogli frissen felbérelt gorillája fogadja őket az ajtóban és gyors lecsekkolja, hogy megvan-e a kétmilliós szett a belépéshez.

Szandi azzal nyit, hogy csak a mellei voltak kétmillába, szóval lehet átengedni.

Kata közli, hogy a fülbevalóiból kijön az összeg. Hozzáteszi, hogy eleve egy drága autóval érkezett és hogy egy húszmillió alatti kocsi olyan mintha traktorba ülne.

Filip, Ungár Péternek öltözve lép be és a kamerának megjegyzi, hogy kurva szarul öltözik Ogli.

Metta úgy jut át a kétmillás csekken, hogy neki az eszmei értéke kétmilla, aztán beszól, hogy szar a festmény Ogli falán.

Aurél fennakad a szűrőn, mert csak kb másfél millás szettben érkezett, de villantott egy geci drága Ferrari feliratú pezsgőt. Elmondása szerint félmillás ital.

Hercegéket is visszatartja a biztiőr, mert ők is csórón öltöztek, de Csabi zsebből előránt kétmillát, amit odaad a vendéglátójuknak és már bent is vannak.

Metta felhozza, amire mindenki gondol: Oglinak el kéne mennie logopédushoz, de a srácról ez lepereg vagy nem fogja fel.

Sajnos a fergeteges házibulit megzavarja, hogy pókok kerültek Leti italába. A lány szerint a színvonal a béka segge alatt van.

Ezután Ogli klubszendvicsekkel kínálja a vendégeit, de ettől sincsenek elájulva.

Filip kiakad, hogy a kaviár mellé járna pezsgő is. Aurél inkább pizzát rendelne. Kata úgy dönt legközelebb megadja a gyereknek a séfe számát.

Eléggé bezuhant a végére a hangulat és sajnos csak ennyi fért a mai epizódba, a következőben folytatjuk a bulikát.

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Spanish version ↓ and T/N.

T/N:

P.1.

"Cazzo", "f*ck!"

"Bastardo", "Bastard"

About Cost. (GDP; millions, aprox.)

Austria -> € 447 - $ 526 182

Netherlands -> € 941* - $ 1,092,748

Hungary -> € 188,443* - $ 203 829

Romania -> € 278,005* - $ 300,691

Bulgaria --> € 83,529 - $ 90,346

*not official, conversion ($ -> €)

P.2.

"Schengen Agreement" Overview, a kind of timeline.

"Conflict Bulgaria & Romania and Austria". Due to the increase in illegal inmigration and corruption in both countries, Austria had refused Bulgaria's entry many times.

"Schengen Area" because it was signed in Schengen, Luxembourg.

Another timeline! (2023)

Extract from Wikipedia: "On 8 December 2022 the Justice and Home Affairs Council voted to admit Croatia to the Schengen Area, but rejected Bulgaria and Romania. Austria and the Netherlands voted against the inclusion of Bulgaria and Romania, with Austria claiming that there had been a rapid increase in the number of migrants using the West Balkan route to enter the EU illegally. 20 On 30 December 2023 the EU agreed to include Bulgaria and Romania in the Schengen Area, with Austria no longer vetoing the enlargement of the area. Air and sea ports no longer conduct border checks from 31 March 2024, while the end of land border checks require further discussions."

"About Hungary & Bulgaria". If the information is correct, there was a "threat" from the Hungarian government to vote against Bulgaria's entry into the agreement if they didn't solve the Russian gas problem, yeah, taxes.

But they did it! Press realese, European Comission.

"Romanian Industry". Talks more about Poland and Romania's future struggles in the industry.

"Bulgaria, and 'rich kid' allegations" Probably talking about the Golden Age of Bulgaria, first Empire in the mid 19-century. Or the Second Golden Age. The Bizantine Empire and the Italian Kingdom had economic relationships with the first Bulgarian Empire.

P.3.

"Netherlands & Bulgaria". The Netherlands government was against Bulgaria and Romania's entry. And then not.

P.4.

"yправител" in Bulgarian. It might mean "general", "manager" or "administrator".

SPANISH VERSION

Italia habla de Bulgaria y Romania como si tuviera 80 años. Me saqué un 85% en mi examen de C2 de Español... no es una parodia por COMPLETO, pero tampoco lo tomen en serio.

¿Hay un problema y/o error? Por favor de comunicar, ¡y gracias por su apoyo!

[i--am-ironman]

i'm reading old motorsport magazines for my thesis and in one a local steward told the story of the 2017 european f3 race in hungary where 4 drivers were late from the administrative registration process. since usually the drivers are rich kids, fining them wouldn't do anything so the stewards ordered them to help packing marshal equipment the next morning as community service.

to the surprise of absolutely nobody, one of those kids was lando norris.

[fanficfish]

explaining Hetalia character badly: highschool edition

Honestly this is prob just gonna be "if Hetlaia was MHA" but bigger and mixed with some American archtypes lol....just imagine they're in some weird highschool anime!

this is the same format as my Family Reunion explaining post. i'm just make this a tag.

again- ALL HEADCANON CRACK! FOR FUN! :D

also not affiliated with W Academy!

Germany: Class Prez. Who you watched struggle with the milk carton from the cafeteria. And the vending machine dispenser.

N. Italy: The class idiot. Every good class has one, you don't know how they're here but OH GOSH WHEN DID HE LEARN TO USE A SCYTHE LIKE THAT-

S. Italy: The one in the back of the class that gets surprisingly decent grades but also has a potty mouth. You know who I'm talking about.

America: Thinks he's the main character.

Canada: Knows he's not the main character.

Estonia: Is the main character and doesn't realize it until he realizes he's in a love triangle, keeps adopting random animals off the street, has an archnemesis that actively tries to murder him, and somehow survives things he definitely shouldn't have survived.

Lithuania: The one with the highest GPA but everyone thought he was a delinquent.

Latvia: The one with the second-highest GPA that everyone knows is a delinquent. Mostly because he was selling test answers out of the janitor's closet.

Russia: The school bully every good school has.

Belarus: The popular girl every school has that can't decide if she likes the "main character" or not.

China: The guy that acts like he's actually 70 and not 17.

Japan: The quiet kid that knows everyone's dark secrets.

France: Of course he's the obligatory French dude in the Japanese anime. Actually what's up with that? Seriously, all the big amines have either a French guy or a super short person (the best ones have both)....

Lichenstein: She's the short one.

Switzerland: Aaaaaand there's the one in the corrner of the cafeteria scheming how to make the most out of the Job Fair.

Austria: That one weird kid that's got a full ride to Juliard and is the reason why your underfunded school has a MUSIC ROOM, HUH-

England: The guy that somehow got himself class monitor, and does a mostly decent job. Unless you ask him about That Clique.

The Clique: aka, the jocks who miiiight also bully the class monitor by flaunting popularity points a little. Just a little. -Denmark: Clique ringleader, acts friendly with everyone so he's popular but you KNOW you're not getting in on the real action unless he invites you to one of his legendary house parties.

-Norway: Clique leader's second in command who's some introvert the clique leader got attached to. Y'know, as extroverts are required to do. Usually has his face in his phone.

-Finland: Popular on his own, the one person in the clique who doesn't understand that in a clique you generally don't socialize outside the clique. Is the reason the main character gets character development through a house party halfway through the series.

-Sweden: That one jock in the group who looks like a jock, talks like a jock, sometimes acts like a jock, but has the highest GPA out of all of the jocks. He's the one that knows Genovia's official fruit but not the name of the fictional kingdom, if you've seen the meme.

-Iceland: Someone's brother who got absorbed into the clique.

Hungary: The girl campaigning that everyone should do the same kind of pushups, that girls can compete with guys and making presentations on the gender gaps in atheltics. Ofc she's the jock that falls in love with the nerd (Austria).

Ukraine: Bakes everyone treats

Netherlands: Bakes everyone treats but makes everyone pay for them

Luxenberg: Your obligatory rich kid., riding to school in Gucci glasses, a Mercedez-Benz, and a jacket with a high-end brand splashed across the pocket. Also has the latest iPhone.

Belgium: Student council rep, joined fifty clubs.

Greece: He shows up, but usually late, with Starbucks, and sleeps through class.

Romania: He shows up every other day, and bribes the class monitor to mark him present. Does show up for Halloween though.

Bulgaria: You show up?

Spain: Complains about the cafeteria food to anyone who will listen.

Australia: Resident jock #1

Cameron: Resident jock #2

Cuba: Resident jock #3

Portugal: Don't mind him he's in a goth phase. The skulls lining his locker will pass. Probably.

Seychelles: The one that secretly brought all the girls flowers from the fundraiser during Valentine's Week despite not knowing what the fundraiser was for.

Poland: The one on the student council who is the reason everyone is wearing couple outfits for School Spirit Week and the theatre club is doing Legally Blonde.

India: The guy who everyone asks to copy his homework because he sure isn't the most popular but damn does he actually know what's going on.

Turkey: The guy that tried to punch a guy, got punched, then turned around and punched the other guy's bullies. Basically he's That Kid That Got Detention For Trying To Be Helpful, though he did start the fight sooooooo

Egypt: Recorded the fight. For historic purposes of course.

idk i ran out of ideas i'm gonna sleep and fix this if i remember who i was gonna put where lol

[pendragonsgallery]

@roszabell asked me to post this and I delivered

Hetalia Characters as things said by my college friend group:

America: “Just because I haven’t had sex doesn’t mean I don’t know the basic components of it! I wasn’t in the Revolutionary War but I still know what happened. I know how it started- I know the foreplay, and the aftercare is just the Constitution. It’s not that complicated of an issue.

Canada: “Yeah I could take down a moose. If I can dive quick and tap it in the nuts it’ll go down guys, trust me. I’m a moose expert.”

England: “You look like a guy in the 1940s being drafted for war. Why are you mad, at least I didn’t call you British. I held back just for you.”

France: “What if I want to be a rich bitch? Is that respectable?”

Spain: “If my parents had told me they were having another kid, I would just say no. I’m the princess here bitch.”

Romano: “vapes are so gross. If you’re going to be addicted to nicotine, at least smoke a cigarette like a real man.”

Germany: “How did I, as a twenty year old man become the mother figure. And why am I doing it so well?”

Prussia: “Just Dance? Bet. If I’m making money, I’ll twerk like there’s no tomorrow.”

Italy: *very confidently* “Some people like hard liquor and I like fruits in my yogurt! I see no difference.”

China: “I know how to tell if there is inflation. It’s determined by dip in dots prices”

Japan: “I’m just staring at the goldfish crackers… and they’re staring… back at me.”

Russia: “anything is possible if you believe in yourself and that if that includes you deepthroating your ice cream… then who am I to judge I guess.”

Austria: “I can assure you that people twerked and got down hard to Ode to Joy and absolutely should continue to do so. Shit slaps.”

Hungary: “I’m gonna beat you with my shoe out of love.”

Denmark: “Well you know what else bitch??? You’re mom- I mean my mom- your mom- my-your- fuck I-”

Lithuania: “I drink black coffee cause I need ✨validation✨.”

[snakegorl212006]

Unbirthday

It seems I had no choices…Do I even have one? Maybe I should act sick. But it’s rude to not show up. But it’s just a party so..i guess it wouldn't hurt. Besides there’s probably tons of people if it’s some rich kid. I sigh and open my eyes to meet my ceiling. I lazly turned my head towards the TV. I really don’t wanna leave my couch. Perhaps I'm in over my head. It’s just an invitation. I’ll be fine. I checked the time. 7:00pm. I rose up from the couch and walked to my closet and tried to find the nicest clothes I had. After a quick shower, I put on my clothes and began preparing for my outing. Midway checking if I had everything, a knock was heard at my door. I made my way and opened the door to see a familiar face “officer spade?” I questioned. He looked a little different. He had a more casual yet formal suit on and had a spade mark underneath his eye “long time no see but please call me deuce” he smiles “ok deuce, what brings you to my apartment” i asked “I offer to drive our special guest over to roseheart’s manor. I never thought I’d be you” he laughed which made me smile “well are you ready” he asked and i nod. He escorted me to his car and drove us to Heartslabyul into the wood area. Why would a manor be all the way out here? My thoughts were overridden by the sight of the place. It was massive. When we entered the driveway, we were greeted by a pathway which splits in between a rose maze which leads us to the manor’s main door. There waiting for us was a tall man with short green hair and glasses,next to him was Cater who was scrolling through his phone. Cater looked up then smiled warmly at us “Deuce! Been a while.Oh Y/N it’s you I’m surprise you came” Cater said as he waved “I can say the same. Who’s the guy next to you” I asked “oh this is trey I was talking about. He's a close friend with Riddle.” Cater introduces. Trey held his hand out and smiled “Good evening. Thank you for joining us” he said. I shook his head. So far there’s nothing to worry about. What was I even worrying about? “Come riddle is waiting for us in his office” Trey said “whoo lets get this party started” Cater shouted as we entered inside. The manor was pretty and smelled of roses and pastries. Despite the beautiful decor and decorated walls, the manor was relatively void of people. Maybe we came earlier than expected. We reached the office and went inside. There waiting for us was two people.the one in the main throne,i assume it's riddle, and another guy just lounging on the couch. Riddle looked up and smiled “You actually came. Welcome to my manor, we have much to discuss. Have a seat” Riddle said so I did. I sat down on a chair right in front of him. “Do you like what I did with the place” Riddle asked “ya it’s very festive here. Is there anyone else coming” I asked “no.But I don’t mind if it’s just you though” Riddle replied “How about we get this unbirthday party started by playing a game” Riddle suggested as he stands up “You are alice, trying to escape the Queen’s cards for they’re after your head sense the Red Queen demands it” Riddle suggested “my head…” I mumbled as I glanced around; surely they think this is ridiculous right? “Sound fun riddle, I’ve been wanting to do this for some time now” Cater replied “I’ll prepare the pastries. We might get hungary mid way.” Trey adds with a smile. “Splendid! Ace and deuce will be the cards and Y/N will be our dear alice this evening” Riddle concluded “wait I didn’t agree to this” I stated as i stand up “same But it was your fault for living after the party. You broke the rules and were left unpunished. This won't do. So play along with us” Riddle beamed “All you have to do is to live and make it back to your house. Safe and sound. Easy enough.and you get a 5 minute head start” Riddle adds as he pulls out his pocket watch. “May the unbirthday party begin”

[sunny-honeytears]

So as I said im obsessed with the von Krolocks being hungarians so I'm gonna share my best hc names for Count von Krolock

And just to be clear I love the Breda von Krolock headcanon but during the time period he was born hungarians and székelyek (hungarian ethnicity) were the ones in position of power so its more likely he was hungarian than romanian

So anyways my top 5ish names for him

#6-Bánk von Krolock: (for hungarians yes as a reference to Bánk Bán) its from a hungarian origin and means Bán (wich was kinda like a rank like a count) it just rolls nicely off the tounge and because we only know him as Count von Krolock its funny if he was just named after another rank)

#5- Előd von Krolock: Another name of hungarian origin. It meand "First" but has been interpreted as "Beginning" which is kinda fitting if we see him as the beginning of this whole vampire thing. Also means "ancestor".

#4- Holló von Krolock: Holló literally means Raven. Sounds Gothic, thats all.

#3- Táltos von Krolock: also hungarian origins, means "Possessing magical abilities" and it comes from the word táltos who were basically prophets of the old hungarian religion (before christianity) who were doctors, prophets and other religious roles. They werent taught, instead "called" to this role. Which goes nicely with Krolocks seemingly magical abilities like teleporting during the songs (or running really fast) and how he refers to himself as a mage during songs (mostly trying to very (not) subtly rizz up Alfred)

#2- Lehel von Krolock: Hungarian origin, comes from the old name "Lél". It probably means "soul" and that kinda explains why I picked it no?

#1- Vajk von Krolock: Look it just sounds nice. Also old hungarian name, originally the name of Saint Stephen before he got baptised. And the meaning is "rich" and "plentiful".

But hear me out. Some people say Vajk originates from the name Bajik which means "Righteous man" Ironic.

Honorable mentions:

+Ódor von Krolock. Comes from the german name Ulrich and means "Grand" and "Ruler" which is fitting but i wanted to go for hungarian origins

+²Géza von Krolock -Given that ALMOST EVERYONE WAS CALLED EITHER GÉZA OR BÉLA OR JÁNOS OR ANDRÁS OR LÁSZLÓ during that time its fitting but Géza as a name is kinda memed on in hungary (you know its so common its funny) and I can't unsee that here) Also original hungarian name, means "Little prince" or well "princeling" to be accurate, just like Bán, its a name coming from a rank.

+even more slightly less honorable mentions:

Kálmán-turkish origin, means "Left alive" which is funny for an undead count

Koppány- hungarian origin, means "grand" "victorious" "strong"

Herbert- Lets be honest here. If you look at any noble families you see tons of "II" and "III" heck sometimes even "IV". Even in their era there are tons of kids wearing their fathers name. Other than plot reasons why would they be different?

Before you ask no I'm not fine <3

Tell me which one you like the most please I need to hear feedback before I start writing fanfics 💀

[kdinjenzen]

most of the original pop culture vampires, and the people who inspired them are upper class nobility. COUNT dracula, prince vlad (the impaler) III of wallachia , the countess elizabeth bathory of hungary.

they traditionally live in CASTLES ffs vampires have always been rich and upper crust.

contrastingly part of the mythos of werewolves is that, when not transformed, they could be anyone hiding anywhere. they are monsters hiding as ORDAINARY people.

can there be noble and titled werewolves? yes. can there be grubby street kid vampires? also yes. but that's a subversion of the myth not the standard.

Werewolves are gay and poor and share the same torn up plaid shirt and jeans because of being gay and poor.

[ace7librarian]

A little late for Holocaust memorial day, but I think I want to share my family story here. It's pretty long, but I'll appreciate it if my goy mutuals could give it a look. Maybe it will help some goyim understand how ingrained the trauma is in the Jewish brain.

Little backstory about my family: I was born from a sperm donation, so my family has only one side- my mother's. If I had two parents, it would be double the amount of grandparents. Now I have just my grandpa and grandma, my mother's parents, and both of their parents are holocaust survivors. Just a heads up: I might be wrong about some stuff.

I'll start with my grandpa, because his parents didn't talk much about the Holocaust, since they were too traumatised. They were called Israel and Lea. Israel was born in Poland, and all we know about his history is that he had about seven sisters who were all murdered. Only he and two of his siblings survived. He blamed himself for the death of his family, and according to my mother, the only reason he didn't commit suicide was his religion. Lea was born in Germany, probably in Berlin, to a rich family. Her father was a very respected rabbi. when the war started, her brother Izzy escaped with all their money, leaving lea to watch her siblings get murdered. Lea, her father and her fiance (?) Were held in a concentration camp in Siberia (?), where lea left her fiance, who didn't want to take care of her father. Lea and Israel met there, and Israel did try to help Lea's father, but he still died, because he was a rabbi wbd that's the Holocaust. Israel and Lea survived and got married for comfort reasons, and decided to move to Israel, because Lea's brother izzy was there. Izzy did not give his sister any money or help, but she stayed close to him, because he was all the family she had. They managed to make a living, but they were never happy. Not even with their family. they didn't even have the strength to pretend, for their kids. They were kind and loving, but they were both shells of themselves.

My grandma's parents had it rough as well, of course, but they expressed it differently. Maybe it's because they were younger while it happened, maybe it's just a personality difference. Their names were Yehuda and Sarah, abd they talked a lot about their experiences. They had a small book made for the family with their stories, and Sarah was regularly going to schools and other events to teach about the Holocaust. Yehuda was born in Hungary, and since he was 3 he carried weapons to protect himself against antisemites in the streets. He was very lucky - only his father was burned alive, his mother and sister survived in a ghetto the whole holocaust, and he snuck into a train and escaped. It did leave him fairly traumatised. My grandma jokes that her father escaped, so he was afraid of everything ever since (got my anxiety from him), and her mother didn't, so she was afraid of nothing. Sarah was born in Slovakia, and I know about her the most, since she passed away just a few years ago. Her father didn't have Hungarian citizenship, so he was taken by the Nazis first. So when Jews who escaped Poland came to hide in their house, Sarah's mother believed the horrors they told about, since she hasn't heard from her husband in months. Eventually, the nazis found them as well. Sarah was pushed to the group of the older kids by her mother, who was murdered later that day in the gas chambers with the two youngest siblings, who were 12 and 7. Sarah and her 3 siblings who survived were moved from camp to camp. They have many stories about those horrible years- from having women they knew from town as their prison guards, to getting a comfortable position as the toilet cleaner, to Sarah's brother showing his ass to a nazi and getting out alive, and getting experimented on by Mengele. Eventually they were freed by the British, but Sarah's sister Golda got terminally ill at a death march and died just after being free at last, at age 19. The three surviving siblings moved to Israel (not before getting arrested and spending some time in a camp in Cyprus), where Sarah and Yehuda met. After the war, Yehuda's mother remarried, which gave him a step sibling. His step brother married and had a child, but he gave his daughter Maya to Yehuda, since his wife was sick. I only recently learned that the sickness was trauma and depression, and Maya's mother killed herself when maya was just a child. Now Sarah and Yehuda had two children, my grandma and Maya. Despite everything, they were very positive and determined to make the most out of life, for their family and friends who couldn't.

I remember grandma Sarah always says, that her biggest revenge on the Nazis was surviving and making a family. I miss her. She was an excellent cook. She never threw away a scrap- in the Holocaust she and her siblings survived on a single loaf of bread, so who is going to dare wasting food? I used to love tracing the number tattooed on her arm with my finger when I was a child. I don't remember a time not knowing how it got there. I don't remember a time not knowing my grandparents didn't have grandparents. I do remember my first time seeing a picture of Hitler though- it was in class. I heard so much about this monster, I felt pretty disappointed seeing him. Like he should have horns or something.

The Holocaust is not just a historical event for me. It's in every recipe my mother learned from Sarah, in every joke my uncle learned from Sarah's brother, in the necklace my grandma got from Lea, every time Maya visits. I wasn't surprised to find out other Jews have nightmares about the Holocaust. I was surprised when I realised goyim don't have that- they weren't born with thousands of years of being chased inside of them. They don't have the fear of their ancestors running in their veins. Honestly, what are they even talking about with their friends? Because in my case, it always comes back to our Jewish trauma. Many Jews weren't in the Holocaust, and they are still burdened by insane trauma. Even if some aren't aware of it, I think that our generational trauma effects everything we do. No matter where I go or what I do, I'll still imagine good places to hide. I'll still have a nightmare about Nazis every once in a while. I'll wonder if the goy being so nice to me would hide me if I was in danger.

Never again.

[64sue]

dear my favorite papaya muppet,

my god you are 24 today 🥹

lil Lan is growing up

maaan you have no idea how much I love you, you have no idea how much you changed my life, you have no idea how much happiness you give me...

but yeah, you are just a rich guy in a fast car doing vroom vroom on weird, crooked circles pfff sorry I forgot, nothing special...

my biggest flex is that I can support you in f1, this sport is everything to me... I love our papaya team 🧡

when I look at your smile, I always start smiling too

this happiness in your eyes when you stand on the podium, I always try not to cry, but ofc they're tears of happiness, oh and another biggest flex, I saw your podium in live, this Hungary one, my goddd, poor Max's trophy 😭

one day you will win the race darling, your time is coming, trust in me <3

muppet, I can't forget...

big thank you for everything, but most of all thanks to you I feel in love with photography again, thanks to you I have plans and new ideas, I enjoy going to the various events with a camera in my hands andd guess what, people like my work and they want me in their events as a photographer, that's crazy but I like it

thanks to you I can again enjoy my life, thank you that you show me how to build my self-esteem, that we are not perfect all the time, that mistakes happen but we can always get up and try again, thank you for showing me to never give up, no matter how bad it is...

thanks to this lil kid and now, to this grown man for everything tbh...

I'm a proud papaya fan and I'll always be, thank you for all the happiness you have given me and continue to give me, lil muppet and once again HAPPY BDAY!!! 🥳🥳🥳

[rawstfish]

Fender Head-canons

Warnings: I mention Fender has body image issues, that it

Fender’s mom left America after his dad had died. She moved back to Hungary with her parents, as she wasn’t mentally stable enough back in America and needed some support. Fender had lived in his grandparents house until he was 3. By that time his mom had a better mentality and got a good paying job. (She was never unstable financially. Fender lived a high middle class life)

His mom barely talks about his dad so he knows next to nothing about him. He never pressured his mom about it either. (He had his mom and his grandparents, he didn’t care about this man)

Fender has had many step-dads though. His mom keeps remarrying and divorcing men. (None of them are her first husband and that's the problem)

Due to this, Fender has 2 half-sisters and 1 half-brother. They are all very close to each other. Basically don’t fuck with one of them because then you fuck with all of them.

Fender is also the oldest and takes that role very seriously

He does have a rich aunt that he is besties with. She was there for a lot of Fender’s childhood, she was also helping his mom at the time, and they have an extremely close bond. He’s an aunt boy, but don’t think he doesn’t love his mama.

Fender did grow up as a fat kid and now has body image issues. He will sit in front of a mirror for an hour and make notes on what he needs to work on. He’s also an insane health nut and will not eat junk food. He also reads all the ingredients/nutrition facts in food products before he buys them. If he goes out to a restaurant it will take him 5 hours to decide what he wants and he always ends up with a salad and grilled chicken.

He does love his healthy food though, it makes him feel good. But don’t ask him for a snack, it's always going to be one of those crunchy granola. Also he doesn’t judge people on what they eat, but if he notices you are constantly eating junk food, he is going to give you a short lecture.

Has undiagnosed ADHD and you can tell. His family has always been like, “He’s just like that.” (He’s a hyper guy, what can he say)

Probably joined the military to be a good example in his siblings life and because he was generally interested in it

First impressions are huge to him and he always makes a good one

His best friends are Minotaur and Hutch. This trio does everything together. They all workout together, they play video games together, they eat together, and they basically try to do everything together. They are always having a good time and being bros. Fender loves when Hutch gets König and Horangi to join them as well. Fender just likes being around people.

Fender loves Mino kids and Mino kids love Fender. They call him uncle Fender and it brings Fender so much joy. (Bale hates this because he’s like, “I’m their actual uncle…why are they calling Fender uncle, Minotaur fix your kids.”) Sometimes Fender gets them little presents too. 

He’s a really friendly guy. If he doesn’t like you he won’t really show it, because he doesn’t think he should be rude/disrespectful. However, you will never see him. If Fender doesn’t like someone then he does try to avoid them and only contact them if he really has to. If Fender doesn’t like you that sucks because he can instantly brighten someone's day.

Borderline empath (He does the classic “If you cry then I’ll cry”)

Huge nickname guy. Everyone he meets will eventually get a nickname. He just thinks they’re cool and cute at the same time.

He gay and likes men that are bigger than him

Which brings me to either: Has a crush on Minotaur but he knows Mino doesn’t see him like that because he’s straight, OR has a crush on Hutch and they eventually start dating and are a really cute couple. (I can’t decide between angst or letting Fender be happy)

Fender can not play scary games because they actually scare him and he doesn’t like it. Mino and Hutch make him play them, it’s all in good fun and Fender is enjoying it. (I’m lying)

It’s the same with scary movies too. He can’t handle scary movies at all. Think of the least scariest movie ever and he will be scared. (This man can go to war but can’t handle a spooky ghost)

I do think he would like Halloween though because he likes giving out candy and the costumes.

He likes co-op games but has to be carried. He sucks at video games but wants to play them so bad because he does enjoy them and likes hanging out with his friends. He likes co-op games like overcooked but he will play games like CoD zombies too.

Loves weird and funky glasses and has a whole collection of them. He wears some of them but a lot he keeps for decoration and just to keep.

He also has a special spot in his house for birthday cards. He can’t bring himself to throw them out, so he started keeping them. He loves a good, funny birthday card.

Watches all the famous TV shows/movies because he wants to know what the hype is about, and he wants to understand any references to them.

He’ll listen to anything you put on, but he does prefer rock and roll. It holds a special place in his heart.

Has money to buy a bed frame but has his mattress on the floor. Sometimes he sleeps directly on the floor. He likes firmer surfaces.

[europasegglikamagyarorszag]

Zseniálisan kiválasztott entitások, zseniálisan irritáló létformák. De hol maradt a TV2 realityjéből a keresztény meg nemzeti értékrend?!!!! Édesjótisztafajúmélymagyarimakör :)))

Kőgazdag fiatalok 8: Búcsú Szimba TV-jétől

Szimba oroszlán üvöltései ébresztik PSG Oglit.

A fiú próbálja rávenni Vikit, hogy kezdjen valamit a kutyával, de a lány inkább aludna.

Olivért felbassza a szitu, mert szerinte a lánynak kellene foglalkoznia Szimbával, nem neki.

Úgy dönt alkalmatlanok arra, hogy kutyát neveljenek és visszaviszi az ebet.

Viki tiltakozik, de nem tudja meggyőzni a fiút. Nem segít a szitun, hogy Szimba közben behugyozik a kocsiba.

Olivér ezen is felbassza magát és magából kikelve kiabál. Nem láttam még ilyen idegesnek. A lány nyugtatni próbálja, de hiába.

A tenyésztő visszaveszi a kutyát. Viki azt mondja visszajön majd érte, amikor kibaszta Olivért.

Hiányozni fogsz Szimba. Nem érdemeltünk meg.

Szandi a szárnyai alá veszi Aurélt, hogy férfit neveljen belőle. Elhívja reggelizni és csajozási tanácsokat akar adni a fiúnak, mert ő tudja mi kell egy nőnek.

A lány nincs elájulva Aurél szettjétől. Szerinte balek vibeja van. Bár megjegyzi, hogy nem azt nézi egy férfin milyen ruha van rajta, hanem hogy milyen órája van.

A fiú egy laza mozdulattal kibassza a kocsi kulcsát az asztalra, de Szandi szerint ez elég béna húzás.

Megjegyzi, hogy látszik nem megy neki a csajozás. Aurél tiltakozik, de Szandi bekussoltatja: Miért, szingli vagy, nem?

A fiú már első randin vásárolni vinné a lányokat, de Szandi kioktatja, hogy először max egy szál rózsát vegyen, aztán fokozatosan költhet több pénzt a nőkre.

Határozott férfiként Aurél rendel Szandinak is egy avokádós valamit, ami a lány szerint tökéletes választás.

A fiú teli szájjal kezd el beszélni Szandihoz, aki lebassza az illetlenségért.

Aurél elmeséli, hogy hajókázni akarja vinni a kiszemeltjét, ami az oktatója szerint is jó ötlet. Aztán bedobja, hogy nyaralni is elvinné, de a nő szerint ez már túlzás első randinak.

Aurél bevallja, hogy az exéről van szó. Szandi nem helyesli, mert nem jó újra felmelegíteni a töltött káposztát.

Megmutatja a csaj képét. Szandi szerint nagyon komoly és fel kell kötnie a gatyát, ha vissza akarja szerezni. Aurél el akarja vinni gyúrni, hogy láthassa a lány, milyen erős. Nem jó ötlet.

Vége a reggelinek és a fejtágításnak is. Aurél fizetés helyett az apja számlájára íratja az összeget. Szandi szerint ez is elég tré egy randin. Legyen nála kápé ha éles a szitu.

A randihoz pacek öltözet is kell, ezért a fiú megkéri Katát, hogy segítsen neki, mert ő mindig 10/10-s szettekben van.

Aurél valami csillogós pólót akar, de a nő szerint abban max a gyroszoshoz mehet el.

Kata szerint a fiú szókincse nagyon gyér. Látszik, hogy iskolázatlan. Mindenesetre nem adja fel és mindent megtesz, hogy legalább kinézzen valahogy.

Előkap egy inget, de Aurél még a ballagására is rövidnadrágban és pólóban ment, szóval vonakodik.

Talál viszont egy macis pólót, ami tetszik neki.

Katának kezd fogyni a türelme.

Mindenesetre sikerül ráadnia egy inget.

Aurél nem érzi jól magát az ingben, de az jól esik neki, hogy Kata foglalkozik vele.

Mint egy rendes anyuka, a nő elkezdi alázni a "gyerekét". Először azt mondja, hogy nincs karja, aztán azt hogy úgy néz ki mint Justin Bieber.

Aztán a fülbevalóját kifogásolja. Végül a papucsot veteti le a fiúval.

Kap helyette egy ronda cipőt. Még egy órát szeretne ráaggatni a srácra, de Aurél nem akarja, mert nem tudja leolvasni.

Szandi oktatása és Kata öltöztetése után eljött a randi ideje. Aurél nagyon ideges, de pacekul felöltözött és rózsát is hozott.

Megkérdezi a lányt, hogy tetszik a ruhája. Azt mondja egész jó, de van egy kis bökkenő.

Aurél papucsban jött.

Bocsánatot kér az exétől, amiért fasz volt vele régen és azt ígéri, hogy megváltozik és lehozza a csillagos eget is neki, ha visszafogadja.

A csaj nem szopja be ezeket a sablon szövegeket és nem igazán akar megbocsátani Aurélnak. Nehéz menet lesz.

Csabiék meglátogatják Ogliékat.

Ameddig lányok sütnek, a fiúk elvonulnak fifázni.

Olivért, állítólag, senki nem verte még meg a játékban, szóval nagy arccal viszi Csabit a csicskító szobába. Kétmillió a tét.

Herceg szerint kicsi a tv. A házigazda azt mondja széttörte az előzőt és most csak ez van.

A fiúk kiabálva játszanak, amitől a csajok teljesen kivannak. Az első gólt Ogli szerzi.

Csabi szerint a srác nem is tudja, hogy kell ezzel játszani. Mindenesetre kap még egy gólt és Olivér győz. Herceg bepróbálkozik azzal, hogy úgy volt kettőt játszanak és ez csak bemelegítés volt.

Végül sikerül átbasznia a házigazdát és új kört kezdenek.

Papaszíta azon gondolkodik megéri-e az a havi ötmilla ezt.

Csabi csak tudott valamit, mert bevág két gólt is, amitől Olivér úgy kiakad, hogy kibassza a tv-t a kertbe.

A lányok kiakadnak a mutatványon.

A fiú azzal magyarázza a tettét, hogy Herceg csalt.

Papaszíta megáldja a jelenlévőket.

Kész a kaja. A fiúk még mindig a játékon veszekednek. A lányok isznak, hogy elviseljék őket.

Nagyon szomorú kis hamburgerek készültek. Olivér megint felbaszódik, mert hagyma került a burgerbe.

Ezzel a seggfájással proktológushoz kell fordulni.

Már el is felejtettem, de Metta és Filip is benne van ebben a műsorban.

A lány azt hazudja, hogy sokan kérdezik tőle modellkedik-e és most végre azt mondhatja, hogy igen, mert tényleg felkérték valamire.

Kata is hivatalos az eseményre, de szerinte Metta már túl öreg ehhez és a ruhák se tetszenek neki.

Mindenesetre jó fejek Wishes Ungár Petivel és gratulálnak a lánynak.

Ez most egy közepesen unalmas rész volt, de a következőben a Balaton Soundon csapatjuk.

[doctortwhohiddles]

That article and richaldis' comment that it could have even been last year has convinced me that Sophie and the boys were with him when he was away shooting Eric. He's rich, he can figure out a way to deal with their schooling but I don't think he would leave them in London after something like that, even with beefed up security. Maybe they've been on IOW ever since.

We don't know when the incident happened. For all we know, it was before they left for Argentina.

I don't think Sophie and the kids were with him in Budapest for the whole shoot. It's one thing to spend a school year in the US and a few months in Hungary. It's clear it must have been scary for them. But I think the best thing for the kids is to go back to a normal life as quickly as possible. Putting them in a bubble is not going to help in the long term.

[davidpwilson2564]

Bloglet

Thursday, November 14, 2024

Three Trump criminal lawyers given positions. Todd Blanche, Emil Bove, Dick Sauer (the man who sounds like he gargles with Drano).

The comedy continues. A hostile takeover.

Coolish weather. Errands. No big surprises.

Friday, November 15, 2024

Kash Patel's name has come up. Another lackey. Truly sinister. Trump wants to give him the FBI.

R F K Jr making noises about America's diet. Wants to change a few things. Trumpsters, we think, humoring him. Clearly a broken man.

Rudy's watch collection is sent to Georgia. And that vintage Mercedes (that used to belong to Lauren Bacall). Those two ladies may at last get some money.

The Onion's buyout of Alex Jones's InfoWars has run into a snag. No surprise. I still can't quite get my head around the Onion's wish go through with this. Will the Sandy Hook parents ever see any money?

Matthew Gaetz is attempting to slither away from charges against him. A vile human being.

All of these appointments are a thumb in the eye of democracy. There is the rumor of Trump's rich buddies buying up newspapers and gutting them, as in Russia, Hungary, etc.

Saturday, November 16, 2024

My son phones me. I am happy to hear his voice. That trip to Texas was a short one. I will see him tomorrow (there is a christening).

Evening: My alma mater loses to the Georgia Bulldogs. Much excitement down in Georgia.

Note: Neo Nazi parade in Columbus, Ohio. Swastika flags and all.

Note: Trump attends Madison Square Garden Ultimate Fighting event. Loud cheers. His entourage includes Musk, Kid Rock...and (even) Little Mike (his new mascot). Mike looking quite out of place in Trump's manoverse. Trump raises his (smallish) fist. Cries of U S A! The men at play.

[internft-21]

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The Illiterate by Ágota Kristóf, translated by Nina Bogin

From speech to writing

Even as a small child, I like to tell stories. Stories invented by myself.

Sometimes Grandmother comes to visit from the city, to help Mother. In the evening, it is she who puts us to bed. She tries to lull us to sleep with tales we have already heard a hundred times.

I get out of bed and tell Grandmother: —I'm the one who's going to tell the stories, not you.

She takes me on her knees, rocks me. —You tell, you tell then.

I begin with a sentence, any sentence, and the rest follows. Characters appear, die, or disappear. There are good characters and evil ones, poor and rich, winners and losers. There is no end to the story I stammer on Grandmother's knees.

—And then . . . and then . . .

Grandmother settles me into my cot, lowers the wick of the petrol lamp and goes out into the kitchen.

My brothers are asleep, I too fall asleep, and in my dream the story continues, beautiful and terrifying.

What I like best is to tell stories to my little brother Tila. He is our mother's favorite. He is three years younger than I am, so he believes everything I say. For example, I lure him into a corner of the garden and ask:

—Do you want me to tell you a secret?

—What secret?

—The secret of your birth.

—There's no secret about my birth.

—Yes, there is. But I'll tell you only if you swear not to tell anybody.

—I swear.

—So this is it—you're a foundling. You're not from our family. You were found in a field, abandoned, completely naked.

Tila says:

—It's not true.

—My parents are going to tell you later, when you're older. If you knew how pitiful you looked, all skinny and naked . . .

Tila starts to cry. I take him in my arms.

—Don't cry. I love you as much as if you were my real brother.

—As much as Yano?

—Almost as much. Yano's my real brother, after all.

Tila thinks for a minute.

—So how come I have the same last name as you? And how come Mother loves me more than you two? You and Yano are always being punished. I'm never punished.

I explain.

—You have the same last name, because you were officially adopted. And Mother is nicer to you than to us because she wants to show that she doesn't make any distinction between you and her real children.

—I am her real child!

Tila screams, he runs towards the house.

—Mama! Mama!

I run after him.

—You swore not to tell. I was just kidding.

Too late. Tila arrives in the kitchen and throws himself into Mother's arms.

—Tell me I'm your son. Your real son. You're my real mother.

I am punished, of course, for telling tales. I kneel down on a corn cob in a corner of the bedroom. Soon Yano arrives with another corn cob and kneels down next to me.

I ask him:

—Why are you being punished?

—I don't know. I just patted Tila on the head and said "I love you, little bastard."

We laugh. I know he tried to get punished on purpose, out of solidarity, and also because he is bored without me.

I tell Tila many other tales, I also try with Yano, but he doesn't believe me because he is one year older than I am.

The desire to write comes later, when the silver thread of childhood is severed, when the bad times arrive, the years when I will say "I don't like them."

When, separated from my parents and my brothers, I leave for boarding school in an unknown city and, in order to bear the pain of separation, only one solution will remain: to write. (pp. 21-23)

***

Displaced persons

From the little Austrian village where we arrived from Hungary, we take the coach for Vienna. The mayor of the village pays for our tickets. During the voyage my little daughter sleeps on my lap. All along the road, luminous mileposts flash by. I have never seen such mileposts before.

When we arrive in Vienna, we go to a police station to announce our presence. There, in the office, I change my baby's diapers and give her her bottle. She throws up. The policemen give us the address of a refugee center and tell us which tramway will take us there for free. In the tram, well-dressed women take my baby on their laps, they slip money into my pocket.

The center is a large building that must have been a factory or a barracks. In immense rooms, straw mattresses are spread out on the floor. There are collective showers and a vast dining hall. At the entrance to the dining hall is a blackboard stuck with notices of missing persons. People are looking for relatives and friends they lost contact with during the border crossing, beforehand or afterwards, in the city of Vienna, or even in the crowd and the chaos of the center.

My husband, like everyone else, spends his days waiting in the offices of different embassies in order to find a host country. I stay with my little daughter who lies on the straw mattress and babbles as she plays with bits of straw. I am obliged to learn a few words of German to ask for what I need for the baby. Taking her in my arms, I enter the center's big kitchen and say to the man who seems to be the manager: "Milch für Kinder, bitte." Or "Seife für Kinder." The man always gives me personally what I ask for.

Christmas is coming when we take the train to Switzerland. There are fir branches decorating the little shelf in front of the window, and chocolate and oranges. This is a special train. Aside from the people accompanying us, the only travellers are Hungarians, and the train makes no stops until the Swiss border. There, a fanfare welcomes us, and kind women hand goblets of hot tea through the window, and chocolate and oranges.

We arrive in Lausanne. We are lodged in a barracks high above the city, next to a soccer field. Young women dressed like soldiers take our children with reassuring smiles. Men and women are separated for the showers. Our clothes are taken away to be disinfected.

Those among us who have already lived through a similar experience confess later on that they have been very frightened. We are all relieved to find each other again afterwards and, above all, to find our children, clean and already well fed. My little girl is sleeping peacefully in a beautiful crib the likes of which she has never had before, next to my bed.

On Sunday, after the soccer game, the spectators come to look at us through the barracks fence. They offer chocolate and oranges, naturally, but also cigarettes and even money. It no longer reminds us of concentration camps, but of a zoo. The more modest among us refrain from going out into the courtyard, while others spend their time reaching their hands through the fence and comparing their bounty.

Several times a week, factory owners come looking for workers. Friends and acquaintances find a job and a flat. They depart, leaving their addresses.

After a month in Lausanne, we spend another month in Zurich, lodged in a school in a forest. We are given language lessons, but I can attend only rarely, because of my little girl.

What would my life have been like if I hadn't left my country? More difficult, poorer, I think, but also less solitary, less torn. Happy, maybe.

What I am certain of is that I would have written, no matter where I was, in no matter what language. (pp. 45-47)