I am sitting cross-legged in a window sill watching people pass by in the cobbled narrow street. Across from this building is another building, 4 stories high, very old and gray with flowers in a few window sills. Behind that, to the right is a dilapidated old building that looks like it survived a war or two. There is some debris and old bricks.. In some places the broken cement is large enough to see clear through to the other side. Further right is another, nicer, yellow building with white connected pillars and nice architectural details between windows. Communism ended here in '89. The friendly Hungarian guy on the train told me that. He taught me other things too but I want to stop writing so I can get outdoors and explore this monstrous city!

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