F̵̯̰̦͕͕̀͑͑̅͒͑̋́͘o̷̤̭͔̝̤̼͛̐̊̽̾͝r̸̡͚̝̬̲̫͖̜̐̾̏̔̎͘͠ͅ ̸͎̘̙͉͌͂͂̆̽̂̑͛̏̽M̷͖̍͜ḁ̵͖̝́̉̌t̵͔̽̒͋̐̅̈́̅ý̴̛̠͉̭͔̜͚͇̲̗͂͆̔́͗ͅá̷̧͈͇̬̪̝͇̀̈́̓̕͘s̵̪̫̯͔̱̠͓͙̫̅͛̚͝ for shame One day, I will get off the tram, cut to the narrow side-street, on time for a change, I will find the rolled-up shutters over the run-down doors, put my hand in through the missing window, turn the handle, walk down the stairs, the lights will be off, but that happens, … Continue reading Mátyás Király | a Budapest nightmare →