In the late nineteen seventies the 3rd district called Óbuda (Old Buda), more precisly the Vörösvári út (Vörösvári road) was a modern communist architecture, quite a fancy place to live close to the city center. I remember how it was in the 80's, people were friendly, parents weren't afraid of letting their kids playing outside with friends. We lived on the sixth floor, everytime my Mom or Grandma was shouting through the window to call me for dinner. While sitting in the kitchen or in the living room I always heard my Grandpa walking home on the back street after closing his antique shop. How? He had about 20 door keys pinned to his little bag which he was always carrying in his left hand - in the right he had always a cigarette. So the sound of those hanging keys was so recognizable that even today I wouldn't mistaken it. Also from our window on the sixth floor me and my sister were looking for hours to see the arrival of our father from Poland in his fiat 126p (later it was a toyota corolla).
Well, that was then. Now the neigborhood reminds me more of the shadow of itself, most of the places I used to play are empty, looks like aging badly & dying in agony, homeless people are on every corner, alcoholics are drinking on playgrounds. only a couple of buildings are revitalized so far. It's not as nice and friendly area like it used to be back in the days, however I love this part of the city and all the memories it brings back.
Me 30 years later in the neigborhood, the place where me and my friends in the childhood used to set up meetings after breakfasts, lunch and dinners in the summer time...
