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It was a spring time in Budapest, raining all day. That was our first time in that beautiful town. Although it was raining, Budimpesta was beutiful,  gray and shiny, just like old  grumpy lady with perls on her neck. There is plenty of everything; 65 museums , theatares,  monumentes.
Our hotel was "Zuglo", but we call it "Ruglo"; on serbo-croatien it means "Ugly". And it was ugly one, with old furnitures, linoleum on floor and atmosphere of claustrophobia.
That first night we was tired because we traveled all night in bus from Belgrade to Budapest, and we was all day crusing all over Budapest, but we go out that night for walk. Rain was stoped and evening just start. We took yellow metro, the oldest and the most beautiful. Down the Andrashi bulevar.

Jednom prilikom je na vidilici na Budimu duvala takva kosava da su se statue drzale posljednjim snagama za postolja, a namrgodjena Pesta se durila ispod sivih oblaka. Bilo je fascinantno sto jedan nas umjetnik ima svojih ruku djelo u tom gradu..i to bas na toj vjetrometini od vidilice. Rijec je o Ivanu Mestrovicu i njegovom velicanstvenom spomeniku.
Inace, taj april u Budimpesti je bio sav siv i kisni. Unatoc tome Budimpesta mi je izgledala nakindjurena. Prepuna svega i svacega. 65 muzeja, pozorista, spomenika. Cudo jedno od grada.
Hotel nam je bio "Zuglo", ali smo ga mi od miloste nazvali "Ruglo" jer vise nije ni zasluzio sa svojim memljivim sobama, laminat podom i klaustrofobicnom atmosferom. Tu prvu noc smo iako umorne, izasle do centra samo da utvrdimo mars-rutu za sutra. Nasa je bila ona divna zuta linija metroa, najstarija i najuredjenija. A onda smo u kasni sumrak prosetale Andrasi bulevarom dok su se ulicna svjetla palila. Sve nam je izgledalo blizu jer je Pesta ravna.