Is there anything more fascinating in the world for breakfast then a grilled hungarian sausage with a pickled paprika or cucumber and a piece of hungarian bread?
No fellaz, I don't think so.
Miejsca, ludzie, przedmioty. Wszystko czym Budapeszt był i jest dla mnie - jedynie dwa razy w roku / Places, people, things. All that Budapest meant & means to me. Only twice a year when i'm there.
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