Crazy
My friend Carol was telling me a story of how she was walking along the street the other day and a drunken, Hungarian homeless man was babbling around aimlessly, stopped, gathered himself, looked straight at her, lifted his hand to form a gun (you know, like the sideways ‘L’), and shot right at her. “BANG”. At first, she was horrified. This man just shot me with his finger! How could he?! Then, she thought, haha - this man just shot me with his finger!! Is he serious? Ha!
It was then that she made the profound statement:
You see, though we’ve taken some Hungarian lessons, we simply cannot fully understand the babblings of the many homeless people in Budapest. It is a fine line that these homeless people balance between dangerous and harmless. We will likely (hopefully) never know. But, this means that we must choose. And you know, we choose harmless… ‘cause walking around think everyone’s dangerous is just no way to live. 