That stands for "Honey, Danny", and "Kisses, Danny" (Puszi).
Why am I ready to reconsider my Hungarian heritage? Apart from the obvious reasons, like my father being a Hungarian, well it's these last visits to Budapest, where the city is breathable, has bicycle lanes, the people are clean, polite, and trendy, the service starts with a smile and continues with "Is everything OK?", and the roads and sidewalks don't have the wholes the size of a broken leg, the one thousand and one cafes are cool, and the waiters have designer haircuts and bodies to die for.
So I promise better accounts my past two weeks. First I have to clean a bit the pigsties my residence has gradually turn into during my repeated absences.
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