CROSS-HEARING BETWEEN DOGS

There may be no room for anyone on the streets; confused, cacophonous hurricanes of sound make the good people stupid, a few jerk wild animals hook the mother-in-law who is approaching ninety, the flower seller asks fifty thousand forints for a bouquet of orchids. On both sides, the boundary line of shadow and Death is congested, prostituted, disfigured mannequins weep in storefronts with broken windows.

Some thugs get out of their luxury SUV, which they park spectacularly; they are bragging and joking among themselves in their seventies. They wear revolver ball necklaces around their bull necks. The buzzing beehive pool of trophy women is regularly overturned. In the lunar courtyard of the discotheques, they sell another cool sugar cube powder, which makes the secret alchemy of the structure quite hyperactive. Eighteen-year-old street car racers drift at 240 km/h. The dog fair parade took place again on the market square: Was there only once a dog fair in Buda?!

The sensation-hungry public sniffs out trouble everywhere. In a flurry of circus days, it's so good for "some" to fool around in a peacocking way; as if the problems don't even exist anymore, they're just dragging behind them the Russian life and its bribeable stage props. with methods they talk about promises, until then the standard of living of a person is slowly equal to Zero!

Garbage buckets from the stomach - come on! -, the rats climb out again to eat something good to their heart's content.