it happened that i met a hungarian girl. you know hungarians, proud of their nature, a bit nationalistic, talking with language an european would not understand until you wouldnt record it and play it backwards..
she talks about hungarian with a passion in her eyes, describing interesting parts of history, telling you stories and myths about the old hungarian nation. there is nobody who would make you be interested in this language more than her. so i became a fan of the language, studying the grammar, learning vocabulary, feeling proud when i can take out my grammar sheet in subway and solve the big bug questions in my head..
this little big adventure to the hungarian language basics is making me being amazed by the fact that something so "different-like" from all the other european languages gives you a great journey to the roots of your mind. sad thing is that all the beautiful poetry, interesting philosophy and great pieces of arts are locked by the language difference.
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