When I travelled in Eastern Europe 2 years ago, I was dreaming of renowned named: Prague, Budapest, Krakow... I was beatiful and important destinations of course, but I changed my mind a lot when I started to discover atypical villages and countrysides, where you meet the "real people", as I like to call them. People who never see travellers, that pure genuineness leads the willing to share something with you, more than everything. This kind of meeting, you never want to forget.

 That happened today on the road to Szombathely, in a village called Hegyeshalom where the train stopped waiting for the connection.  First, there was a woman looking at me since the last train station where I changed. Leaving the train in Hegyeshalom ,I started to look at everywhere, searching some bus schedules. She came to me, asked me in German where I was going, and took me to the station, asked the detailed schedules to the teller, cities and hours of connections, writing down everything. Then she told me to come with her to change my euros, asked everything for me, showed me the pub next door  where I could wait , and went away, very simply, with a great smile. I don't know if she realized how helpfull she has been!
 The people in the only pub there looked at me arriving as if I was an alien, quite impressed by my bagpack. It happened that one of them, a 64 years old Austrian man (they are a lot in this border region) named Leopold, knew enough English to offer us the opportunity to have a discussion. The group invited me to sit on their table and we spent one hour having very lively discussions helped by my small Eastern languages dictionnary and maps, and laughing a lot. They also had the tact to propose me another coffee, and don't obliged me to drink beer to toast with them.
 Despite Leopold first introduced himself as insane, this kind of situation reveals people's intelingence making themselves understandable with restricted vocabularry.
 He got very frustrated when he was trying to express that he was pleased from this exchange, and ended to rub his heart with its hands.

That was one of those meetings