You know you miss those dark handsome mysterious looks.
Especially when you’re in some cafe in Pest drinking some Unicum in a smoke-filled darkened room, and some Roma girl is trying to sell you flowers.
You look across the room and see this mysterious beauty with dark flowing hair, and bright green eyes that seem to shine like a pair of emeralds in the dark.
But suddenly, the Geheime Staatspolizei [errata] come busting in looking for you. You resist, but to no avail. With a blow to your gut from the butt of his rifle, you bend double over and collapse on the ground where they proceed to kick you with their boots.
And so you spend the next three years languishing in some dank prison somewhere in the Carpathians. But always you think back to that night to that cafe where you caught a glimpse of your mystery friend and think “syscze” [sic]
