Colours of Sadness

21, mostly in Budapest, Hungary


And another spooky thing: most Hungarian fairy tales end with “They lived happily until they died

I mean that is the same as “ever after” but can sound so creepy


The hungarian word for Fisherman and Death differ only in their last consonant, and the tram announcer always manages to say Fisherman Street with such drama as if she said Death Street, it is unnerving