“your hotel is in Budapest and you’re in the other one.” You didn’t tag this humour, so I’m not sure I should laugh. Nor is it in a publication reserved for humour. Nor is there any indication I should burst out in laughter on the last line.
But I did. I suppose you have to be there, on the street, getting kindness from a strange, though sweet and kindly, woman. Even if she is only a metaphor.
Quite tragic, really, about Budapest. I shouldn’t laugh, but I can’t help myself.
No doubt I am a few forints short of a return flight.