Soccer fields. White goal-poles. Vast horizons. Bare grass-lands. Horses on leashes, secured to small posts. A deteriorating Youth Centre. Forty-thousand people inhabiting endless ctrl-c / ctrl-v housing estates. In the midst of an already poorly planned 1970s suburban area of ...

It was 5:48pm, somewhere between Füzesabony and Miskolc. I would look at my watch while a few people, mostly elderly, gradually stood up to look for their baggage underneath their seats. They started making their way towards the exit doors, ...