Fall 2002: About an hour before sunset, the train arrived at Keleti Station in Budapest. Keleti is a magnificent station, and would have appeared so then, if they had ever taken the time to clean the coal suet off the walls and ceilings. My mind raced to good G-d we have traveled to the heart of communist hell.
Upon walking outside the station, a short, stocky, mustached, stereotypical communist-looking gentleman was grabbing at the luggage! Before I could react, a taxi drove over the curb and onto the sidewalk. The driver, a young kid, gets out and runs to our rescue. He and the angry commie begin arguing, arms waving as they get up in each other’s faces. Then as abruptly as it had begun it end ed. Hell, it was two cabbies fighting over a fare: us! I chose the kid because I thought that if needed, I could win a fight with him.
The kid knew maybe six words in English, but after some of efforts he stopped insisting, “no tuuuuuur guide,” and he understood that we just wanted to be driven around town. This was probably the first opportunity he ever had to run up a fare with the permission of the customer.
For nearly an hour he drove through the city. Old and dark and in need of a lot of love, but stunningly beautiful at the same time. It just seemed more “real” than Rome or Paris or Vienna or London.
Then we crossed the Chain Bridge, drove through a great tunnel, and began climbing higher and higher as it got darker and darker. We were being hijacked for a mugging and robbery. We were behind the Iron Curtain and these were commies; what should I have expected?
He pulled to the side along a deserted stretch of road and ordered us out of the car. Then he demanded we turn with our backs to the car. I was sizing up the options to fight back or run.
Then I saw it, from the lookout near the Citadella … and all the events and worries were gone. I knew my only mistake was not planning enough time for Budapest. Looking straight ahead, I knew I was coming back. https://static.vecteezy.com/system/resources/previews/007/827/782/large_2x/budapest-hungary-view-from-gellert-hill-photo.jpg
I go back there about once a year with a bottle of wine.