Fourteen years later I was again in Budapest. It was more than a decade ago that I changed my red Yugoslav passport for the blue Croatian one.
This time Hungarians had their passports. And they travelled freely. So freely that the train from Split to Budapest was packed - when I entered in Zagreb I had no free seat and had to stand in the corridor all the way to Nagykanisza. Hungarians were returning from their favourite sea. The Adriatic.
The lady-officer at the Hungarian border
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