After my experiences in rural France and Frankfurt this summer, I started to ignore the basic road traffic rule for pedestrians in Hungary (wait until you don't see any cars in both directions and then cross the zebra...), step down whether cars slow down or not, and start to walk while staring right in the eyes of the driver of the first car.

I produced a number of surprised looks and strong brakings after an incredulous first two seconds. But surprisingly, I have never been honked yet.

_{*Lunatic*, n.
One whose delusions are out of fashion.}