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The queen of flea markets - Ecseri
You could say that an Italian tourist needs as much time to get to Budapest from Rome as much time it takes for them to get to the from downtown. If they are the fussy type and transfer is included but the trip will be much more problematic here due to the blue metro line and the walk from the bus stop to the market in the highway. But it’s all well worth it! Or so it is said by the hundreds of people wearing either running shoes and backpacks or suits collecting works of art who consider the second-hand empire in Nagykőrösi út one of the must-see places in Budapest. And we can only second it, having been there more times now and still not feeling the slightest boredom. For, here, you can behave like a tourist, if you like.
If you don’t look for something in particular (for example, a good-looking red star or a teddy whose skin has hardened somewhat), it can be a real recreation. A little getaway, peeking around, eavesdropping, time travel and enlightenment. These are indeed here, now, at us and for us (too). A tourist can feel as if capturing the Hungarian past (or present?). More socialism is found here than in Memento. What’s more you can even take it home. (Discount: 1 Hungarian pengő=10 000 HUF, 5 Hungarian pengő=15 000 HUF.)
And we are mesmerized by either the arsenal of objects reminiscent of attics, cellars and grandparents’ houses or nostalgia, that turns into curiosity about historic times as the person in question is younger. If you are a collector or something, it’s even better, that is, if you are able enough to find the needle among the toothpicks. But there’s something else here that cannot remain unmentioned: our own parallel reality. There's life at Ecseri: happiness, fun, laughing, crying, weeping, eating, drinking, friends and enemies, Hungarian and foreign, winners and losers, flashes and 'no photo', nice and ugly, order and filth. There's good business here with a lotta fun.