Ft
Ft
21°C
13°C
Ft
Ft
21°C
13°C
09. 18.
csütörtök
Legolvasottabb témák
Orbán Viktor
migráció
energiaválság
orosz-ukrán háború

Akták

AKTA
Háború Ukrajnában
AKTA
Választás 2024
AKTA
Háború Izraelben
AKTA
Lengyel választás
AKTA
Egymillió Találkozás Napja
AKTA
Foci Eb 2024
AKTA
Olimpia 2024
AKTA
Amerikai elnökválasztás 2024
AKTA
Árvíz 2024
AKTA
Magyar Péter botrányai
AKTA
Vagyonnyilatkozatok 2025
AKTA
Pénzügyi beszámolók
AKTA
Tusványos 2025
Előfizetés
Szerzőink Feliratkozás hírlevélre
09. 18.
csütörtök
Hírek
Vélemények
Hetilap
countryside Mezőberény International New York Times pálinka pig-killing Hungary Seth Kugel

A Weekend in Hungary, Chosen at Random

2014. február 06. 15:52

I gave a befuddled look to the only other soul in the waiting room, a bundled-up elderly woman. She pointed. Ferfi it was.

2014. február 06. 15:52
Seth Kugel

„I headed through the arched doorway, only to find a hallway without a reception desk. I did, however, find two young men drinking beers, a somewhat notable activity considering it was not yet 7 a.m. They spoke English, and sought out an employee who helped me arrange a room; the cost per night was 3,500 forints, an absurdly low $14.75 at 236 forints to the dollar.

To my surprise, the men were visitors like me. »We’re from Budapest,« one said. »We’re here to go to a pig killing.«

I had been in town a half-hour, and already I was invited to a pig killing? I couldn’t believe my luck, and of course, I asked if I might tag along.

»The pig’s already dead,« one said, and I felt as if I was getting the brushoff. Sure enough, when I wheeled my luggage around the corner for the staff to store, they took off.

A bit depressed at the missed opportunity, I headed across the street to a small bakery, where I drowned my sorrows with a coffee and a kakaos csiga, a snail-shaped chocolate pastry that cost 140 forints. I then set off to wander. (And if I happened to run across a certain pig-killing, all the better.)

The town turned out to be a subtle charmer. Tidy houses — some looking a century old or more — lined streets that were quiet but for the occasional fenced-in dog. A notable number of gray-haired locals were out on bicycles, which, even on a drizzly day, were more common than cars.

FOR SOME REASON, I felt euphoric. Perhaps it the utter randomness of where I was, or perhaps it was because I had literally no idea what I would find on the next block. The smallest discoveries in an unknown place can match the thrill of visiting well-known attractions — Versailles, the Grand Canyon — that you knew were coming and you’d read all about.

My first find was a small industrial building on an otherwise residential block, metal barrels lined up in front. I noted a word stenciled on a concrete wall outside: SZESZFOZDE. Tapping it into Google Translate, I got just about the best result I could imagine: Distillery.”
 

Összesen 1 komment

A kommentek nem szerkesztett tartalmak, tartalmuk a szerzőjük álláspontját tükrözi. Mielőtt hozzászólna, kérjük, olvassa el a kommentszabályzatot.
Sorrend:
kulalak
2014. február 07. 00:41
Very nice, thank you, talk about country-image! Pig killing happens very early in the morning, usually at dawn so by 7 am the pig is really dead:) It takes all day to process it. Hope you return one day!
Válasz erre
0
0
Jelenleg csak a hozzászólások egy kis részét látja. Hozzászóláshoz és a további kommentek megtekintéséhez lépjen be, vagy regisztráljon!