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At the end of March, on a random whim of fate my high school teacher was visiting Budapest with a group of students. In return of my poorly guided tour of Pest’s trams, cute squares, and most importantly the great City Market, they took me on a boat trip down the Danube. The photo I took is a source of pride for both me and my tiny Casio. More recently, when my mom was in town, we were walking around and observed this beautiful bridge decorated into a different kind of “lighting.” Someone very Russian and named Petya wrote on the side of it in chalk “Katya, I love you.” My people are really expressive, especially when they visit European capitals that they have previously invaded.