Bodor Ferenc: Coffee-Houses - Our Budapest (Budapest, 1992)

Mimóza (mimosa)

The woman in the diaphanous gown with the delicately narrow shoulder-straps disappears in the back room; sparks fly in her wake from electrified heads; the sponge slips easily over the table splotched with the rays of the setting sun. The coloured light-bulbs begin their nightly gyration, the head of the pianist floats in a halo of nostalgia above his instrument. The social realistic interior slowly fills with securely welded couples. There is a C1FO aura around the blonde head of the silver laméd waitress who glides along with glasses of beer. Tempting whiffs of savoury pastry float above the chipped mosaic floor. Outside, Zugló's socialist atmosphere is tinted blue by all the neon. — Another round, sweetie-pie—says a voice from the obscure depths of the universe. In the thickening cigarette smoke relationships ripen into permanence.

2 ÖRS VEZÉR TERE, XIV.

MIMÓZA from social realism

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