Szinva utca, Budapest
Your last exit in the VIIth district before the bourgeois, green belt district streets of XIVth Zugló is Szinva utca. The street is designed in perfect, scary symmetry. On the sides you see windows with rolled-down palettes. You can’t help the feeling of being watched. But the street is dead, the only living thing between the walls is dog shit.
A few toothless zombies appear from nowhere and check if the cars have valid parking permits. You notice that each house has a workshop underneath, in some you can watch the last women working in the capital’s textile industry. You are happy to see people again, even though they are half machines.
You get scared, hurry towards the light, the busy road at the end of the street. You have a feeling that each step takes you further and further from your goal. You scream. A window opens and someone tells you to go to hell. “I am already in the hallway” you shout back.
