I remember Budapest taking me back in time.
I remember the icons of another era, …
… frost gnawing at iron bridges.
I remember the cold in the streets.
I remember the final stages of History: Forgotten …
… Remembered …
… and Polished.
I remember the color Red …
… and the Star.
I remember the shops …
… and the shoppers.
I remember the market, …
… the sausages, …
… the shiny tins …
… and the garlic.
I remember people talking …
… and the mystery of a revolving door.