Budapest nightlife in 1916
As war takes its daily toll of thousands and the black mourning on the doors of the houses spreads slowly but surely over the town like a hideous tide the psychology of the cities becomes more and more apparent. Each capital of Europe has its individual, unique method of bolstering up its courage.
London hangs doggedly and grimly to its motto, "Business as usual."
Paris prostrates itself, deep in grief, in a prolonged heroic spasm of self-denial and emotional but contained patriotism.
Berlin is silent, solemn, sober in the transports of religious devotion. Petrograd, calm, practical, is curtailing its wastrel tendencies.
Vienna is chastened and quiet.
Budapest sings on, covering its heartaches with laughter, music and melody.
Things we get fixated as a society. Cultural icons, in other words.
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