Wind traps the elected mayor, someone who has followed the candidate many times has been trampled on, and the portrait of a representative who has been released from Europe makes the result of the election clear.
The political cuvée of the advertising column evokes the last hours before the day of judgment. Like the scattered class, whose photos have been spinning on the ground, but Alma Mater's conscientious cleaning aunt does not look at where or where she was falling, and she was worried to us. The passers -by are indifferent to them.
No one stops to scold the tiniestly rows or unravel the logo: who is the one who needs to be?
Even in the polling booth, many would not have been able to assign the right photo to the names, but this facebook world is just that. Everyone in the virtual space is a familiar to everyone, but no one on the street thanks to anyone, and the neighbor only realizes that the opposite resident could have something to worry about when the police rattle.
New York people warn that the passenger does not look at anyone in the eyes of the subway. Not to accidentally catch anyone's eyes. Looking into each other's eyes is dangerous. Not because the traveler does not want to be seen through this mirror into his soul, but because, due to the tension accumulated in it, it can easily consider the most unprecedented look a provocation.
However, László Nagy hopes both passengers have a human face. It is worth kissing. Somehow, however, the bold people try to shape society into their image. It is enough to reach out to the crowd from behind a Facebook profile or in sunglasses, and it is already a redeemer who, through his history, would need to be reduced. Then the members of the self -peace of mind see the muddy swirling crystal clear, which brings and brings everything. Everything we might need, which will be missed in quiet times, or even in vain, because it was captivated by the mainstream, the flood that respects nothing.
Now that the summer tidal wave is slowly retreating, it will be worth paying attention to the voice of the Danube and the Ocean, which face will the Tisza show when the drought comes or the ice comes in?
Featured image: MTI/János Vajda
