Hungarian Jails

If you read this blog regularly, then you are aware that the muralist who painted the mural in our kitchen was arrested back in November. He was just released last night. We listened to his stories for hours, using slivers of wood to keep our eyes open. The next morning, I went to school with an extra spring in my step, knowing I had a reprieve for a few hours, leaving Ron to play social worker.

He was in jail here in Budapest and then transferred to Veszprem. As a word of warning, the US Embassy does not supply a great deal of assistance to Americans in trouble. They are limited to the laws of the country, which he did not seem to comprehend. The main purpose of an embassy is diplomatic relations with the host country, not to play nice nice with wayward Americans.

My dramas continue…