Expressions.
I visited a local Hungarian evening with my dad yesterday. We got some very delicious gulyás soup and wine, but it wasn’t as great as I had thought it would be. Why? Because everyone except me and my dad were seniors. Not that it would bother me but I obviously bothered them. Even though they all said it was wonderful to get a young person to join the evening no one really talked to me.
Okay I lied a bit. There was one woman that talked to me and I wish she never had. She was scary and annoying. When one of the men was giving a speach and told about Hungarian places the lady had to shout “I’ve been there!” every single time the man mentioned some town. It wasn’t scary though, just annoying. The scary part was when my dad went to talk with some of his friends and left me alone with the woman. She started asking me questions and then pointed out: “I know where you live… I know where your house is.” And she stared straight at me with her old eyes following my expressions. At the time I wish hadn’t come.
While the ladies (except the mentioned one) didn’t want to say a word to me the men surely did – and not just that. There was a lottery in the evening and every time some of the men won something they wanted to hug me. Hug me! Yak. It seemed to be the best prize for them. As if I would have been… Yak.
Besides – they all tried to pronounce the names of the places or some Hungarian words even though none of them really couldn’t. I’m just saying.
