Forgot to mention, by the way, that we didn't recognize our apartment right away upon checking in. We got the wrong building (or entrance). At first, we walked up to a door right next to a massive hole in the hallway ceiling. We were even a bit taken aback by such beauty.
Check-in is self-service, the key sits in a lockbox right by the door. Convenient, though it's funny that the code is just the building number and the apartment number. In principle, you could just skip paying and walk right in.
Now back to the present. After returning and taking a short pause in the apartment for namaz, we went looking for a bar for fans of that kind of recreation. Even though the whole block is packed with all sorts of places, for some reason we couldn't manage it right away. One reason is that the most popular bars are packed to the brim. The second, apparently, is that with this sheer quantity, choice paralysis kicks in. So we just kept walking in circles. We popped into an open-air place with an LGBT+ flag. I approve, and I would've gladly hung out there, seeing as I've never actually been to a gay bar. But at this spot, despite a ton of space, everything was taken too.
We almost sat down on the street benches right across from the entrance. However, the dwarves couldn't reach a compromise. For some, sitting right on the street sparks pure joy, 'cause it's just like in our youth, punk-style. For others — disdain and disgust, 'cause we're already wealthy middle-class IT professionals.
That's just how different they can be, these dwarves.
Eventually, we touched down in some sports-bar hookah lounge called "Habibi" with football on the TV. Totally not my thing, so I had to sit with my back to the screen. I don't smoke hookahs either, I don't booze, basically, I lead a boring life. Only one form of entertainment remains — conversation. Though it seems like even here things are gonna go south. I haven't had a proper night's sleep in ages + I'm constantly dizzy from pain, and because of that, a lot of the time what flies out of my mouth isn't exactly what ought to be said. Lately, a merciless amount of work has been added to this on top.
I have one hard-working dwarf among my friends, he often trolls me that it's completely unclear what programmers even get paid for. He just needs to spend some time on my current project to feel the full depth of the enterprise (c) Vasya Shumov.
For the next day, we had planned some healing procedures in the famous thermal baths of Budapest, of which there are countless.
