“One evening last August, Fruzsina and I admired the Budapest sunset, leaning on the railing of the Szechenyi Chain Bridge. I arrived around noon, but, for good reason, I still didn’t have time to really see the city. Garlands of lights were already flashing and flaring up, marking the central streets; Below, river buses filled with tourists floated along the Danube to cheerful music. Across the bridge, in a diner at the foot of the green-covered Gellert Hill, Fruzsina's friends were waiting for us, celebrating some holiday, but we were in no hurry to get there - the hours spent in the hotel room behind drawn curtains had deprived us of agility for today...”