László blinked. "The part about the 'hofjes' being secret islands?"
He had moved to Amsterdam three months ago for a coding job, trading the hills of Buda for the flat, rainy canals. While his English was perfect for work, the "Gezellig" lifestyle felt distant, locked behind a language that sounded like clearing one’s throat. He felt like a ghost wandering the Amsterdam Canal Ring, present but disconnected. Amsterdam subtitles Hungarian
The documentary ended, and as the lights came up, he noticed the woman sitting two seats away. She was wiping her eyes, her gaze still fixed on the blank screen. László blinked
László sat in the corner of a dimly lit cinema in the Jordaan district of Amsterdam, the smell of damp coats and expensive popcorn hanging in the air. On the screen, a Dutch documentary about the city's hidden courtyards played, but László wasn't focused on the visuals. His eyes were glued to the bottom of the frame, where yellow Hungarian subtitles flickered like a lifeline. He felt like a ghost wandering the Amsterdam