“There was something intoxicating about him. The way he knew the right people, was in on the secret meaning of all that was happening in the country, and spoke the talk of power as an insider. How he ridiculed norms, and with the norms all that hypocrisy that always surrounded her, that she hated so much. With Árpád, walking over obstacles was the norm.”
We are in the home of the Szabó family. The television is on. It’s the news hour – so-called but referring to a mere fifteen actual minutes of he-said-she-said BS, some of it political.
“A homeless person occupies the bench under the roof of the shelter, nursing his bruised and blistered legs, all the while ranting about a grand conspiracy with George Soros somehow in it.”