In the state he was in, his talking was more like a ding-dong scream dotted from time to time by the sputter coming from his mouth any time he wanted to be more convincing and more precise. God, you are punishing me again. This is my luck. Wherever I go, at a party, baptize, wedding, there’s always a drunk guy that holds out by all means to reveal all his qualities and secrets, all his well-doing and his kindness in this ungrateful world, that it makes you wander: how could other generations have lived without the kindness of this reward able man and it even seems that this fact could be inconceivable. This is how there is no party for me without this type of annoyance. This fact is kind of sad in its bases. That person had those dreams, wishes that probably could come true. But the only thing he did not have was the power to give up drinking so he could develop his big plans, big dreams, that maybe, half or totally achieved, could have brought the smattering of kindness that he now drops to the human kind. This gave priority to anything else. In this case he could still “grace himself”, but some don’t get to catch this train too.
And just like this, for all the reunion I have „an annoyance” that gets all over my nerves and time with his stories. How come they find me? Why do they take a hold of me memorizing all their silliness, undefended? I can’t understand at all. Could they have that certainty that I would introduce a charitable association, which in 10-15 years will arouse them gratefulness pedestals? I don’t know. But what is for sure is that, when a person like that gets close to me, for me all the fun is over. I can go home in peace, go to sleep, with no other issue. They see in me an unaligned and they hope to turn me into something? Now…the history repeats it self. The guy gets on my nerves, and I stand resigned. The fact that I am a providential can be noticed …
The bus windows are all opened. The wind had stopped and the heat that had chased the citizens away to the stream starts over again. All of these would have been bearable if it weren’t for that guy… Although, the bus was very crowded and most of the passengers were standing on their feet the way of driving of the car man attested that he only “touched” the drink. We were half the way, more than three stations between the villages, and for the way he was driving the bus nobody could cast something at him.
On a chair on my left there was a dressed-up fellow standing, with a start of a baldness, that through his way of being he was holding on to stand out in relief. On a bench from behind there was a family: husband, wife and a child. The rain started again. The rain gets through the opened window and gets the child and the mother wet. The lady gets up and shuts half the window. The guy with the veiled glossary reopens it …
– Not fully shut down …addresses him to the lady.
– Exactly, not at all, says the lady and pushes the window again.
The guy gets up and opens it widely.
– But, Sir, as you can see, it gets us wet!
– I know very well that you like to be wet in other places … he, he, he … the drunk guy answers.
– I think you started to offend the lady, I call him down.

– As far from what you related until now, it comes out you are a “travelled” man in this world, a polite one, so please prove that what I earlier affirmed is true! The dressed up guy chewed up.
– Who’s proving! Each one says whatever he likes – goes ahead the drunk guy.
– Each one says whatever he understands from this manifestation – I fill in.
– Sir, now you can really say whatever you please, but with a few months earlier? The dressed up guy asks.
– He…he… than this bus was taking me straight to he…he…laughs the drunk guy.
– Well, you see! You can say anything now, but a normal man, a polite man doesn’t offend anyone! This is something that cannot be done. It has never been done. Not even in the time of Napoleon, who was buried in seven coffins and taken at the “disabled grave”, something like this was never done, and in that time the ethics were ethics, the dressed man says.
– Dome …I say.
– What? The dressed man asks.
– The DOME… The Disabled Dome – I come again with the assignation.
– Yes… yes… the Dome, admits the dressed up.
– Listen, I am a travelled man too and I know why Zoe wanted to come to Maramures. He found one with …and he makes the specific sign … and she was saying about the golden casket of …five, five caskets had the defunct – the drunk guy continued.
– No, it wasn’t from gold, it was from ebony. The ebony is the heaviest and strongest wood from the world – the dressed guy corrects him.
– When they took out Napoleon from the coffin, he looked just like me, and he puts his both hands on the lapels of his coat, giving us the chance to admire in him the great Napoleon.
– Yes… yes…ebony – resumed the drunken guy.
– Yes. But now you should say sorry to the lady! A polite man, well mannered, travelled, with your background, it would be impossible to be uneducated – the dressed up teases him.

– We, the ones that live in Hatvan aren’t so polite. We are more half-witted.
– You are just acting, I know for sure you are not moved in the Hatvan – the dressed up didn’t forgive him.
– And what if? I still get off there – the drunken guy cut him, after which he finally kept still.
– Sir, be a man! The dressed up inflames him.
At this the drunken guy turns his back, looks at the woman who from the discussion with the window ignored him, shakes his head and gets off the bus that in the meantime stopped. After him almost half of the bus population got off.
– Sit down! The dressed up asked me.
– Thank you, but I get off at the first stop – I answer.
– Come away, please sit down! I sit.
Sir, this is how people are these days! The dressed up continued. You fight a life time, you work out to educate them, they drink a glass of plum brandy and all the teaching and education is for nothing …
In that moment, a man of nearly 50 years old, short of stature, with the face red, particularity of wine drinkers and the agility that only wine could give, rushes over me. I didn’t know him and I didn’t understand what he wanted, moment in which the dressed up addresses.
– Who was working, you … bastard …were you? … You, who has lived close to one’s belly … at the security unit?! Aren’t you ashamed of yourself, you pig?!
I was put in a particular situation, an unpleasant situation. I leant down as to leave the words to pass over me, to whom it was addressed, so it won’t beat me also.
– Hey, you shut up! I know who you are, you over come yourself, I’ll fix you up! The dressed up replies to the one with the face red from wine.
– You don’t address me with you – the wine drinker says – you address to me with Sir …you idiot! You somehow think I am afraid of you, you zombie! Take a look here and see some worked hands! That’s why I’m not afraid of you! Let me see your fit chew mittens and remember that who works doesn’t fear you and your “brave” bandits!