I used to be a romantic.

My wives always got roses for no reason, well because I love roses.

When I was a child I put roses from the garden on the table in a vase.

Women have always gotten respect from me even if they didn’t respect themselves.

I’m Hungarian, it’s in the DNA.

It’s why I was born Hungarian. Hungary is the world’s original melting pot. I have DNA from Asia, Persia, eastern European, and depends on who else conquered Hungary.

Intermarriage wasn’t an issue.

The people are fierce defenders of there home. They were the defenders of christian Europe.

Vlad the Impaler was technically Hungarian when the otto-hungarian empire was around. Hungary got shrank after world war 1.

I get where I came from and why.

I remember watching the Hungarians as they were the faith filled. Well at least when the Táltos were listened to.

It was a Táltos that looked across at Genghis Khan.

I used to use Táltos, they could hear me. Each of them had a mission in their life that was my mission.

I miss those days.

No I don’t.

Which is it?

No I don’t.

Why?

Because missing something means I don’t think my life is complete, even though it is. The things I “miss” are the things that I am not. Things that I cannot do any longer.

If I miss them, I will miss what’s going on right now.

Yep.