tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91880096479329626002024-10-03T05:29:17.927-07:00Sometimes I wonder where people are headed. What routes do they take and why. Sometimes I wish I could just observe the whole city unseen, to be able to discover its truly unique features. Sometimes I wish I could be an Urban Ninja, leering at the surface and seeing what's behind. This time, I'll try to be one.Cabolchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01812987306514037903noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9188009647932962600.post-14406940137090768992010-05-09T09:02:00.001-07:002010-06-07T04:15:36.500-07:00

IV. District.Újpest: name of a district in Budapest; originally a compound word consisting of Új /new/ and Pest. Thus, it could be translated as Newpest. The etymology of the word shows evidence that this district, among many others, has been annexed later to the capital. It has a rich history that reaches back into the 19. century. It was the realm of vineyards, leatherworkers, and joiners. The

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XIII. District.It always occurred to me that the 13th district works as an autonomy. When you walk on its streets and finally get to the “town square” you have the impression that you are a couple of kilometers from Budapest in a town run by a separate local government. I couldn’t quite grasp the reason why and thought that it was my own nonsensical daydream. However, when the elections came and

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This post differs from the previous ones; it concerns less with actual, individual districts and more with all of them. However, I felt this was appropriate because it is a recent issue. Politics will be not discussed here, nevertheless I must yield to the fact that Fidesz, the major right wing party in Hungary, was elected and they have a different kind of policy on the districts, or so they say

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XXI. District.Csepel. Red Csepel. If you google it you’ll probably get a bunch of links that will lead you to various pages on motorcycles, bicycles and engines. This is no coincidence. Even with Hungarian Google you are more likely to find pictures of good ol’ bike riding folk than the actual district. The reason is quite simple: It was here where the Csepel branded bikes were created. Not only

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I. District.I have a confession to make. Although I did visit the Vár (Castle) a.k.a. 1st district as a child I had only some vague and blurry memories about the Fisherman’s Bastion. I thought that it was a few streets with churches, ruins, and museums. Thus, I was greatly surprised when I had to visit the area a few weeks earlier due to business. “There are actually people living here” I gasped.

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BudaörsAlthough at the beginning I said that I would examine Budapest and describe its various properties I will derive from the well-trodden path. Nothing serious, though, Budaörs is not far from the capital, it is part of the metropolitan area of Budapest. Still, it is not strictly within the boundaries of the city.Budaörs, Wudersch in German, is a separate town with village-like features,

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VI./VII. District.You may have noticed that in my posts I try to grasp the qualities, the perks of a certain district, a certain area. Some are thought to be homogenous; the vast greens of the XIV. district. Some I described as bipolar; the inner and the peripheral premises of the VIII district. In this entry, however, I try to twist a bit on the proverbial screw; I will examine a couple of

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VIII. District.Again. No, this is no mistake. I did intend to write a second part of this entry. If you read the previous post then you might had a feeling that something was missing. A sensation that this is perhaps not the whole story. And you were right. As I said, almost everybody has an idea of Józsefváros. To be frank, this image is not about the Palace district. It is about the dark,

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VIII. District.It goes by many names. Józsefváros (Josephtown), Nyolcadik kerület (8th district), Nyolcker(8th dis) Alsó-Külváros (Lower-Suburb). No matter what you call it, it all means the same. It's a big dinner table which is is designed by the finest scientists and academics, created by many tireless craftsmen, decorated by the respective amounts of Roma minority, and served on by the

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XIV. District.This is the place where I begin my journey, for this is the district where I live. If you’ve never been to the east side of the city, God forbid, if you’ve never crossed the Danube then you might have some difficulties picturing this place. Imagine a huge, flatland which is bigger than districts VI, VII, and VIII combined. It is well-known that it serves as one of the “

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Although I was born in Budapest, I lived my life prior to my university studies in a little town, Gyöngyös. Like most of the people who live in the countryside, I too thought that our capitol was a homogenous contraption, a huge, evenly designed machine; I also assumed that the citizens think in the same fashion, in a Budapest way. When I needed to move here I soon realized that instead of a

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