Barc P.D.

Hello my good old friends all around. What am about to tell is one of the incredibles, certanly unbelieveble story that from time to time it happen to this, your humble handyman, in the way to happines.
There i was, biking in this pleasand and almost quite country side of Hungary following the shore of the, no so little Balaton lake. well know for is clean and calm water, a yewel in this continental place.
But of course nothing is so transparent and nice as it look like in the post cards. Fill up with empty luxury summer cottages, is almost,.......no, imposible to see the shore, to spot the birds or to find a beach. Look like all those sad and tormented souls from the big city, running all the time in circles, could not find another place to put their taste for rubish and filth to fullfill their unguish and frustration. Ok, dont panic, is also no as bad as it look like in the TV screen.
Anyway..........two nigths was an off. So i head it south. In search of, still and always, happiness.
Tell you, the road get rough instantly, with 700 tones trucks caressing your spine, but with a good state of mind, who the fuck cares about those machines!!. Flat as a skinhead head, the inmensity of the corn and others plantations burning your pupils with anxious urge to spot something else.........oh yea!!!, there are those, also flat, never ending comunist style, beside the road towns......somehow there are nice and quite and the people around, also nice and quite. No wonder why, everybody is looking at me so often....:)....so, i was going and going and going and going....until....i saw that shiny clean white car with those little christmas lights on top, passing by slowwwwly. WOHOU!!......Hallo!....Passaport control.......who, where, when, how and all those silly questions they must ask.....two big white males....of course.....after all, we are at the edge of the Babylon fortress.......take the bike in the truck as well the dog and you....they said me......we are going for a ride!!........Midle of town, big building lots of uniforms.......
 So after some tones of more of those importants questions to fill those importants papers, for those importants burocrats.......we get to action....Turn around, hands up, other side, Ok, get in the cell and wait. Minutes pass like a convoy of turtles and thougts come like a.....well, the contrary. Excuse me........is there any problem?.........Yes, of course......You dont have stamp and there are two pages missing........what about that!, like it?........upps!!........is that a crime or something??......Yes , of course.....upps!!........so after more tones of minutes the answer to those questions was:::::::::..........You Will be Send Back to Your Place of Origine ........but....no......but.......no........but.......NOOO!!
I could say that the interprete was nice. A young athletic blonde always smiling woman, but no, was just her job. Sign here please and here and here and here and here and here.....for you know who.......Ok..you can spend the night in a Penzio and tomorrow we continious.....for free??.....nop, you pay.........kindnes havent have limits, as we know........
But..........something strange happen after that nigth........something that can not be explain with words, non with signs, non with any modern technology, something......
What happen??
Nothing.................
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So.....Budapest....here i come!....open your arms!.......
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Dedicated to all the hard working P.D. people of Barc town.