In the morning, on my way to the gym, I felt a bit annoyed. A few public electric scooters were scattered right in the middle of the pavement. Why is it so hard for people to park them responsibly? Why leave them in the way of passersby? It’s just like so many other things in life—some people simply don’t treat shared things with care. It made me think: maybe not everyone deserves the convenience of these tools if they can’t use them with respect.
Later that day, we were getting ready for the Budapest Pride March. The company where my wife works supports the event, and I had promised to guide her and her small team through the crowd. She styled her hair into small heart shapes—it looked so cute and creative.
To be honest, I was a little nervous about the event. In Hungary, there’s strong resistance toward this philosophy, partly fueled by the current government’s attitude. But once we arrived at the rendezvous point, I felt a bit more at ease. The presence of police gave me a sense of safety.
The parade started with music and energy. Huge trucks rolled in with people dancing in vibrant outfits. Marchers followed, waving rainbow flags, carrying posters, and wearing colorful clothes. Different groups and parties represented themselves with pride.
Still, my senses stayed on high alert—you never know if someone with bad intentions might show up. But nothing happened.
We walked down the main streets, through Andrássy Avenue, reached Heroes’ Square, and finally arrived at City Park, where we had a peaceful little picnic. Later, we went to a café bar with my wife and her colleagues to chat and unwind before heading home.
The world needs more peaceful, kind-hearted people like the ones I met that day.