Hungarians pigeons are crazy. They have no fear, obviously they still have some Red in them. One of the Soviet Pigeons walked in front of me as I walking towards it today and it didn’t move out the way - I had to walk around it, I had to get out of the way of the pigeon. Unbelievable. I think they might be planning some kind of uprising. I can hear them talking to each other outside my window every morning.

I am 25 tomorrow. The big two five. I feel old.