It appears you had an outstanding day today and it is nice to see a little bit of the town that you currently live in. That is a large cultural center for a small town.
The cultural center is in Szolnok city, and I live approximately 30 km away from Szolnok in a small dead end village with a population of approximately 200 people, but yes, Szolnok city may also feel small with a population of less than 75 000, even if it is a county seat.
Do you ever go there?
Inside the cultural center? Not yet, but I often see its surroundings (they often play music for the public on the square, for example), and I once visited the studio of Szolnok TV, which is a part of this building, but not exactly the cultural center itself.
I see that they will have the Commemoration of the 1956 Revolution and the War of Independence on the 21st of October. I had a boyfriend years ago whose parents left Hungary at that time. When they went back to visit in the 1970's he said they arrested his father and he was not released for 7 months after American intervention. Anyway, I thought that might be an interesting event.
This is the first time I hear about anyone coming back after leaving in 1956. Many people even literally forgot their own language, after they spent decades in a foreign country, which is somewhat sad. I mean forgetting to understand and speak your own language.
The marigolds in the garden are going to seed, and those seeds will happily produce new flowers for the next year. I collect those spent flowers and when they dry, I put them away until spring and spread them around to different places, perhaps an empty road or edge of the woods. Weeks later, you can see them come up and eventually the flowers bloom on this empty patch of road with nothing else. It is always a joy to see. Your day sounded heavenly and well spent! I hope you have a nice evening as well!
Yes, I had and have. I wish you the same, and have a nice week.
All the best.
Thank you. I met his father in the 1990's, long after the incident, but, I can say that he was warned by others that had gone home to see mothers/fathers and relative that they would find a reason to arrest him.
They did. It nearly ruined him financially, but, he never went back again.
My cousin jumped the border in Bratislava, Slovakia, and had worse results when he was sent back. I'm glad that that part of history is all but gone. What a horrible way to have to live.
I'm glad your day was good, sorry about the mistake in locations.
Both the 1950s and the 1990s are interesting for me.
My mother was born in 1953, a few years before the incidents.
I was born in 1992. My brother was born in 1994.
By the way, thank you for the tipu. I give you some !PIZZA.
Have a wonderful day. All the best.