What is on the wall?

Tomcat/Greenroom

If one in Hungary has somewhat need for cinematic culture, he or she can visit the famous Corvin Movie Palace, an elegant, age-mellowed building, furnished with the latest hi-tech equipment. Of course there are many other cinemas in Budapest, but this one is the oldest multiplex - it was built in the twenties.

First, when arriving, in the front of the building you encounter a small statue. A little boy's statue, some ten years old may he be, grabbing a gun and putting a face of a bitter warrior. This is a memorial for 1956, when during a revolution many such little boys fought against the Soviet tanks on the streets of Budapest, and the area of this movie was a strongpoint of resistance, until shot into pieces. Well, as a matter of fact, I just wonder why this statue figures the boy as a freedom warrior. From my point of view, no ten-year-old can really understand what freedom or fighting is - and neither can that probably drunken gun-maniac who pushed that weapon in the boy's hand, to play a soldier, in a true war, with a true gun.

OK, let's go on. You enter the movie, watch a film, and after that you may have an urgent need for satisfying some natural needs. So you visit the toilet. First you see nothing abnormal: a clean toilet, with automatic water taps, hand drying machines and public urinals in the inner section. Feeling need for urinating, you visit these. But our modern age has already reached even the toilets: commercials are stuck on the walls, in strong metal framing to protect the precious information from vandalism, helping you to stay a valuable member of the consumers' community even while peeing. While getting rid of my liquid body slag, I can think about buying sports shoes that in fact cannot be used for sports purposes, but I can be a little different by buying them, I can learn that DJ XY is back and horrifying people with better gust again, etc. The highest level of resistance against this is some tag-like thing in the corner of DJ XY's commercial, which is really ridiculous, but at least someone is trying, or just some little kid is following the fashion, again, who knows. Without even realizing, I start humming the tune from State of Mind. No one recognizes my thoughts. In fact some marketing gurus should be in big trouble nowadays, since ladies' toilettes don't have urinals, and according to my girlfriend's field report, there are no commercials in the ladies' section. Perhaps they should develop some device like the urinal for women, the 100% advertising market increase that it gives should cover the expenses.

As in every toilet, there is a closet section. You can visit them and have your private business. Meanwhile you can read the numerous messages on the door and the wall. How it happens I don't know, but no one cleans these pen scribbles; perhaps the cleaners are also in the business. First of all, there is a well drawn text, which should be really important, because the author took some time to write strong letters. It says: "If you want to watch porno movies, and get sucked, write to me. You don't need to recompense!" - and a postal address. A real deal. Another message next to it, with an arrow to this, but with much thinner letters: "He sucks real good!" Yes, she's a he, of course.

What can we see next to the paper holder? The concurrence also appeared. He should be cheaper, or doesn't suck that good, because the message is pale and was scribbled quickly. This may even mean that he is a beginner, who didn't dare or didn't want to spend much time to create a well recognizable message too long. "If you want a good fuck, call me!" He has a mobile phone number.

Seems we're living the Information Age. Of course this has also reached toilet walls. There you can see a URL: www.extra.hu/cars_madness. Seems like someone thinks it's the best place to advertise his page, and probably many car lovers visit this closet. Perhaps someday someone will leave the toilet with the strong will to visit his page, and will write in the guestbook where he saw the URL. There is another address: www.lba.hu. So far we don't know why it has been written there, is it about hard disk LBA modes, or the good old game titled Little Big Adventure?

And of course, the lower educated folks are also present. These are who visit a toilet to perform bodily functions, not even thinking about the place as a public forum. After taking place on the device, and seeing the flourishing information superhighway embracing them, they sometimes feel the urgent need to take their part in the toilet message revolution. This usually results in texts carved in the painting with some sharp device, perhaps a key or a pocket knife. The most interesting one I've found is an opinion about the gay business going at the place. The text said the following: GAY = NAZIS.

Perhaps some guy, while pressing the poo out, was constantly thinking about how to say something against homosexuality, but in a way that really kicks and symbolizes his - and this way, the entire world's, as he thought - acute homophobia. He quickly remembered every subculture, grouping, political party and everything he had ever heard of, looking for the worst of all, and thus he ended up with the Nazis. So he grabbed his key, or pocket knife, whatever, and quickly and angrily carved his bare opinion to the wall. So bare that it has no exact meaning, but it doesn't matter, he left the closet twice as satisfied now. Gay is NAZIS, in plural: more Nazis should be much more worse than one Nazi, and all Nazis are probably the worst thing of the world. Now, that is a gay, as we now know. A Nazis.

tomcat^grm