Nothing has changed since last year. The roads are in bad repair, traffic is crazy, the language sounds like goats bleating. The only difference compared to my first visit is the weather. Our winters can be cool too, but this is totally different. It’s the beginning of November and rather chilly. I button up my winter coat, and the strong wind makes my eyes water.
Luckily my servant speaks good English and he managed to sort everything out. Our taxi is taking us to the hotel and I’m hoping I’ll find Bálint there. Now that Amir is not with me I feel closer to this Hungarian guy. I think it was a mistake not to inform him of my arrival. But at least the servant reassured me that I’d get the same suite as last time. What’s more, the person he talked to actually remembered me. I hope it was B
