Last weekend when we went to Budapest, we went with Kimo's classmate and her partner to a museum fairly out of town. It is where a lot of familiar statues had been moved to after the changes. I remember walking by the Lenin statue and calling him "big uncle" when I was four. Or the waving figure of Ostapenko as you were leaving for the Balaton. Kimo also saw a lot of them, and now they are arranged nicely, preserved somewhat from decay, and you can almost hear the lively music that goes with the ideology. WE ARE STROOOONG.
The boys were always looking for shelter from the heat and sun, so you'll spot them sometimes underneath.
The boots belonged to a massive Stalin statue which had been pulled down in the 1956 revolution.
