My wildest night ended up with me being woken up by two huge East European men, who brutally kicked me about as I fiercely resisted them throwing me out of my house.
Rather, as I slowly discovered the next few confusing hours, had thrown me out of their house...somewhere in the outskirts of Budapest.
All of which was perhaps not as bad as a drunk Jewish friend whom we had once shipped off to Theriesenstadt concentration camp (Czech Republic), complete with an unwashable Hitler moustache we had painted on his upper lip.
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(But only slightly exaggerated!)
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