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london calling - part2
pufókmaci at natural history museum 
heater = happiness
theater :)
costa
cider
our extraordinary view
heater = happiness
theater :)
costa
cider
our extraordinary view
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You know you’re Hungarian:
When you use sour cream more than ketchup.
When feeding your guests is your main priority even if they claim they’re not hungry and in which case you get slightly offended/upset that they don’t want your hospitality.
When someone says that Hungarian “is like Russian and all those other Slavic languages,” and then you have to go into great detail about the origins of Hungarian with a scolding history lesson.
When Paprika is just as important as salt & pepper on the table and in food.
When you know what Unikum is and prefer it over Jagermeister.
When you tell someone that you are Hungarian, they ask “Are you hungry?” Then you congratulate them on being the millionth person to say that to you.
When you know that the “goulash” you see in many restaurants has in actuality little/nothing to do with real gulyás.
When meeting another Hungarian in a country outside of Hungary is amazing.
When you love Turó Rudi but can’t really explain to foreigners what the hell it is until they try it.
When a pancake is extremely flat in your country and you roll it up instead of folding it.
When you do not speak with your mouth full.
When foreign friends want to show off by saying that they know your capital: Bucharest. And no, they are not joking!
When you go into a Chinese restaurant and order your Szecsuan chicken with french fries, cucumber salad and ask for a few slices of bread as well.
When you have a funny accent in every other language you speak.
When you love Mákos Guba and you can’t explain what MÁK is, neither GUBA to anyone.. and if you finally can, everyone will think you’re some kind of weirdo for eating that.
When catching a bus an old lady with lots of heavy bags runs by you and reaches the bus first, then sits down panting and complaining how old she is and how the stuff is heavy and young people are not well educated, etc.
When you start counting on your hand with one being the thumb.
When you can swear for 5 minutes straight, with one breath, not using the same word, ever.
When you can show off your engagement ring, worn on the opposite hand.
When you have difficulty pronouncing words starting with “W” in English, but you’re capable of creating long and meaningful sentences using only “E” vowels in your mother tongue.
When you would rather stand up in a tram/trolley when there are plenty of seats available.
When you NEVER leave home with wet hair because you can get a cold and you ALWAYS bring your hair dryer when going abroad, and are astonished when people do not have one in their own homes!
When you always sit in the same place and chair, even when the (class)room is empty and “your” place is at the end of the room.
When you understand cynicism and sarcasm; and you at often times are cynical/sarcastic yourself.
When you are more creative in cheating then any other nationality.
When Winnie the Pooh and The Flintstones is actually much funnier translated into your language than the original.
When you go abroad and joke with the people there as at home and they just don’t understand and are possibly hurt by your funny remarks.
When you think that anyone who has not read Dosztojevszkij and Bulgakov is not an intelligent human being.
When your language has two words for love.
When you deeply believe that Budapest is the most beautiful city in the world.
When you have a nameday and no one foreign understands what that is good for.
When you use fruit to make soup.
When you know that all geniuses and celebrities have some relation with Hungarians. Or they just simply are Hungarians.
When you can pronounce easily long words like: megszentségtelenitéshetetlenségeskedéseitekért and you even know it’s meaning.
When you have guests, you make at least 2 kinds of soup (sweet and salty), 4 different main courses, and at least 2 kinds of cakes, even though you know it’s way too much.
When you tell to every single person that the Rubik’s cube was invented in Hungary.
When for every meaning there are about 5 words.
When any foreigner’s passing mention of Transylvania will set off a twenty-minute rant about the Treaty of Trianon.
When you have ever poured yourself a nice glass of milk – from a plastic bag.
When you start singing one of the saddest songs at midnight on New Years Eve when everybody else is happy as can be.
When it surprises you again and again, how much more impressive and chiseled the Hungarian translations of most non-Hungarian poems, than the original ones.
When you tell everyone that Lugosi Béla is from Hungary, more so, the real Dracula himself was Hungarian, and anyway, Hollywood majorly was created by Hungarians.
When the telephone rings in your house, everybody yells “telefon!!!” as if people needed to be told that the phone was ringing, and needed to be picked up.
When you know your language has the best and most clever jokes!
When you’ve experienced the worst customer service ever known to mankind.
When nobody understands your ways or reasons, yet to you, everything is perfectly clear and logical.
When you laugh at Americans who think paying $3.00/gallon for gas is a lot.
When you tip your doctor.
When you’ve traveled to/vacationed in/visited at least 10 countries in your life.
When you don’t use measuring cups when cooking.
When you are standing next to the two largest suitcases at the airport.
When your neighbor, or yourself, sun tans topless.
When people question you for eating a sandwich for breakfast.
When mixing red wine and coke is a delicious combination and you can’t believe that foreigners think it’s weird.
When you know that CS, DZ, DZS, GY, LY, NY, etc. are all ONE LETTER, and when telling it to your foreign friends, they all think it’s weird.
When you have a bumper sticker on your car or map in your home of “Nagy Magyarország.”
When you can (actually) pronounce gy, as in HOGY VAGY – and not say hogi-vagi.
When you think it’s weird that Americans don’t have gates around their homes.
When having a barbecue means roasting lard on a stick and dripping the grease on bread.
When friends/family celebrate your birthday by pulling your ears.
When there is thermal water or a spa in your hometown or very close to your hometown.
When you know you can easily find a shop open in the middle of the night to buy alcohol and you will not be asked for ID.
When you know which nation has the most Nobel prize winners related to its population.
When you have to stand out in the rain to grow tall.
When you can talk about the most intimate things with complete strangers on the bus, waiting for the doctor, etc., but you avoid discussing your financial state even with your closest relatives.
When you can’t make do with normal sized pillows, they have to be huge or minute.
When there are more books in your apartment than in a foreign friend’s entire neighborhood.
When you can’t simply say “Fine, thanks” when someone asks “How are you?” but rather, you go into the details of your life.
When you can’t be overjoyed enough with the phenomenon that other people can’t understand a single word in your language.
When you go to visit Hungary, and no matter how many times you tell people you’re from CANADA, they still think you’re American.
When you are in day camp and are envying the other kids who have peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on white bread while you, the immigrant, have Hungarian salami and smoked ham sandwiches with hot mustard on rye… and NO ONE will trade with you.
Foreign people don’t get it when you explain the whole “you can’t eat watermelons after the 15th of August” thing.
When you have company over, and when saying ‘good-bye’ takes an hour itself. You say hug and say goodbye in the living room, move the doorway, talk for another 15 minutes, hug and say goodbye again. Then you go outside the door, talk for another 10 minutes, hug and say goodbye, move to beside the car, hug and say goodbye, company gets in the car, you talk for another 10 minutes, then everybody gets out of the car again, hugs and says goodbye.. then finally they leave.
When your accent cuts in at the most random times and your American friends give you looks of perplexity.
When you’re more scared of kayakers/canoers, waterpolo players and European handball players than football players.
When your mother actually cries for joy when you tell her you’re dating a Hungarian.
When you cringe at hearing Hungarian words being butchered by non-Hungarian speakers.
When it’s not lying – its just bullshitting. And you see no harm in that.
When you just don’t get vegetarians.
When you have a Hungarian flag, knik knaks, a map of Hungary magnet on your fridge, and the Hungarian emblem on a wall.
When your dad hunts, your mom’s a great cook, and you’re trading your venison stew for your teacher’s peanut butter sandwiches.
Yeah, if you’ve made it through that list you should now have a great understanding of where I come from.
Damn it feels good to be Hungarian. At least somewhere, someone understands.
When you use sour cream more than ketchup.
When feeding your guests is your main priority even if they claim they’re not hungry and in which case you get slightly offended/upset that they don’t want your hospitality.
When someone says that Hungarian “is like Russian and all those other Slavic languages,” and then you have to go into great detail about the origins of Hungarian with a scolding history lesson.
When Paprika is just as important as salt & pepper on the table and in food.
When you know what Unikum is and prefer it over Jagermeister.
When you tell someone that you are Hungarian, they ask “Are you hungry?” Then you congratulate them on being the millionth person to say that to you.
When you know that the “goulash” you see in many restaurants has in actuality little/nothing to do with real gulyás.
When meeting another Hungarian in a country outside of Hungary is amazing.
When you love Turó Rudi but can’t really explain to foreigners what the hell it is until they try it.
When a pancake is extremely flat in your country and you roll it up instead of folding it.
When you do not speak with your mouth full.
When foreign friends want to show off by saying that they know your capital: Bucharest. And no, they are not joking!
When you go into a Chinese restaurant and order your Szecsuan chicken with french fries, cucumber salad and ask for a few slices of bread as well.
When you have a funny accent in every other language you speak.
When you love Mákos Guba and you can’t explain what MÁK is, neither GUBA to anyone.. and if you finally can, everyone will think you’re some kind of weirdo for eating that.
When catching a bus an old lady with lots of heavy bags runs by you and reaches the bus first, then sits down panting and complaining how old she is and how the stuff is heavy and young people are not well educated, etc.
When you start counting on your hand with one being the thumb.
When you can swear for 5 minutes straight, with one breath, not using the same word, ever.
When you can show off your engagement ring, worn on the opposite hand.
When you have difficulty pronouncing words starting with “W” in English, but you’re capable of creating long and meaningful sentences using only “E” vowels in your mother tongue.
When you would rather stand up in a tram/trolley when there are plenty of seats available.
When you NEVER leave home with wet hair because you can get a cold and you ALWAYS bring your hair dryer when going abroad, and are astonished when people do not have one in their own homes!
When you always sit in the same place and chair, even when the (class)room is empty and “your” place is at the end of the room.
When you understand cynicism and sarcasm; and you at often times are cynical/sarcastic yourself.
When you are more creative in cheating then any other nationality.
When Winnie the Pooh and The Flintstones is actually much funnier translated into your language than the original.
When you go abroad and joke with the people there as at home and they just don’t understand and are possibly hurt by your funny remarks.
When you think that anyone who has not read Dosztojevszkij and Bulgakov is not an intelligent human being.
When your language has two words for love.
When you deeply believe that Budapest is the most beautiful city in the world.
When you have a nameday and no one foreign understands what that is good for.
When you use fruit to make soup.
When you know that all geniuses and celebrities have some relation with Hungarians. Or they just simply are Hungarians.
When you can pronounce easily long words like: megszentségtelenitéshetetlenségeskedéseitekért and you even know it’s meaning.
When you have guests, you make at least 2 kinds of soup (sweet and salty), 4 different main courses, and at least 2 kinds of cakes, even though you know it’s way too much.
When you tell to every single person that the Rubik’s cube was invented in Hungary.
When for every meaning there are about 5 words.
When any foreigner’s passing mention of Transylvania will set off a twenty-minute rant about the Treaty of Trianon.
When you have ever poured yourself a nice glass of milk – from a plastic bag.
When you start singing one of the saddest songs at midnight on New Years Eve when everybody else is happy as can be.
When it surprises you again and again, how much more impressive and chiseled the Hungarian translations of most non-Hungarian poems, than the original ones.
When you tell everyone that Lugosi Béla is from Hungary, more so, the real Dracula himself was Hungarian, and anyway, Hollywood majorly was created by Hungarians.
When the telephone rings in your house, everybody yells “telefon!!!” as if people needed to be told that the phone was ringing, and needed to be picked up.
When you know your language has the best and most clever jokes!
When you’ve experienced the worst customer service ever known to mankind.
When nobody understands your ways or reasons, yet to you, everything is perfectly clear and logical.
When you laugh at Americans who think paying $3.00/gallon for gas is a lot.
When you tip your doctor.
When you’ve traveled to/vacationed in/visited at least 10 countries in your life.
When you don’t use measuring cups when cooking.
When you are standing next to the two largest suitcases at the airport.
When your neighbor, or yourself, sun tans topless.
When people question you for eating a sandwich for breakfast.
When mixing red wine and coke is a delicious combination and you can’t believe that foreigners think it’s weird.
When you know that CS, DZ, DZS, GY, LY, NY, etc. are all ONE LETTER, and when telling it to your foreign friends, they all think it’s weird.
When you have a bumper sticker on your car or map in your home of “Nagy Magyarország.”
When you can (actually) pronounce gy, as in HOGY VAGY – and not say hogi-vagi.
When you think it’s weird that Americans don’t have gates around their homes.
When having a barbecue means roasting lard on a stick and dripping the grease on bread.
When friends/family celebrate your birthday by pulling your ears.
When there is thermal water or a spa in your hometown or very close to your hometown.
When you know you can easily find a shop open in the middle of the night to buy alcohol and you will not be asked for ID.
When you know which nation has the most Nobel prize winners related to its population.
When you have to stand out in the rain to grow tall.
When you can talk about the most intimate things with complete strangers on the bus, waiting for the doctor, etc., but you avoid discussing your financial state even with your closest relatives.
When you can’t make do with normal sized pillows, they have to be huge or minute.
When there are more books in your apartment than in a foreign friend’s entire neighborhood.
When you can’t simply say “Fine, thanks” when someone asks “How are you?” but rather, you go into the details of your life.
When you can’t be overjoyed enough with the phenomenon that other people can’t understand a single word in your language.
When you go to visit Hungary, and no matter how many times you tell people you’re from CANADA, they still think you’re American.
When you are in day camp and are envying the other kids who have peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on white bread while you, the immigrant, have Hungarian salami and smoked ham sandwiches with hot mustard on rye… and NO ONE will trade with you.
Foreign people don’t get it when you explain the whole “you can’t eat watermelons after the 15th of August” thing.
When you have company over, and when saying ‘good-bye’ takes an hour itself. You say hug and say goodbye in the living room, move the doorway, talk for another 15 minutes, hug and say goodbye again. Then you go outside the door, talk for another 10 minutes, hug and say goodbye, move to beside the car, hug and say goodbye, company gets in the car, you talk for another 10 minutes, then everybody gets out of the car again, hugs and says goodbye.. then finally they leave.
When your accent cuts in at the most random times and your American friends give you looks of perplexity.
When you’re more scared of kayakers/canoers, waterpolo players and European handball players than football players.
When your mother actually cries for joy when you tell her you’re dating a Hungarian.
When you cringe at hearing Hungarian words being butchered by non-Hungarian speakers.
When it’s not lying – its just bullshitting. And you see no harm in that.
When you just don’t get vegetarians.
When you have a Hungarian flag, knik knaks, a map of Hungary magnet on your fridge, and the Hungarian emblem on a wall.
When your dad hunts, your mom’s a great cook, and you’re trading your venison stew for your teacher’s peanut butter sandwiches.
Yeah, if you’ve made it through that list you should now have a great understanding of where I come from.
Damn it feels good to be Hungarian. At least somewhere, someone understands.
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