HungaryTIBOR and Helena stood in the square in front of Kaleti railway station in Budapest, swamped by a mass of travellers. They had made their way by train across Europe to Vienna where they had changed for the last hundred miles of the journey.
Crossing Vienna, they saw sights and people not all that different from what they had left behind in Budapest a fortnight earlier. Stocky men and women, like the Hungarians, but bustling about with a vibrant sense of purpose and looking much better fed.
They smelt the same smells of strong coffee and of pork being cooked with dumplings. In the restaurant at the station in Vienna the food was abundant and the china and table cloths were bright and new, but Austrian prices were far out of their reach.
Although they were on their way home and lon
