The dining room was very crowded and we were in a hurry. There was a lot of medieval Cracow still to see before our plane left for Warsaw later that afternoon. Our guide asked a man sitting alone at a table for four if we could take the other three seats. They chatted for a few minutes, she thanked him and we sat down.
“He is a Hungarian,” she told us and added, impulsively, “after all it is true what they say. They are more free than we.” And then, almost wistfully, “they are permitted to go to Vienna. We can only visit the West on official business.”
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