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Daddy, or as he was called by many, Bang Major, had a childish, greedy curiosity throughout his life. towards the achievements of technical civilization, and of course he did everything he could in order to get access to such hyper-super computing or high-tech stuff, which the people of the olden days could only dream about and create legendary tales about.

Little family thought about him, maybe he would sooner or later get over his forgivable anger and forget, like all his other ideas that things were about to change, and he would earn more money in his position in a large multinational company, where he went almost round the clock. the stupid robot shift, and many times the employees themselves couldn't really understand what the hell they were producing, in such a huge factory that was outside the reach of almost any kind of human settlement.

- You'll see, my bugs! The fence will be made of sausages here, if I say so! - he proved his own cynically stout truths several times a day. As children, we pretty much always just nodded in agreement, but we didn't dare to say a word, lest we incur Api's anger against us.

"My dad is fine!" Well! �" his symptomatic, always filigree, pretty wife tried to reassure her husband. "Lunch is here!" Please sit at the table!

"Oh my mom!" You shouldn't be gobbling up all the time! Let's eat something salty with bread! - he sounded a little more annoyed and hostile towards his beloved woman, but later it was evident that he regretted his light-hearted behavior. On the other hand, he apologized at all or only very rarely, being a con man and a very proud person throughout his life.

The moment it finally opened its doors at the end of the nineties, the first plaza in the Budaörs catchment area, the head of the family immediately took us out of the boring school and stuffed the whole pereputty with an almost radiant, childlike liveliness and we drove to the first shopping center, and then the large in the parking lot, accompanied by a few testimonials of life wisdom, we could experience a few real, emotional moments, since Api was such a complex, notorious person who was almost unable to show his own complex emotions, which is why it was necessary to be very careful with him.

- Children, take a good look at this historical moment! That the newscaster didn't come here to shoot at this time! - he was annoyed while - compensating for his nervousness, he smoked the ends of another smelly cigarette. "You will tell your children and grandchildren about this moment, when I will be underground for a long time!"

"My dad!" Don't you think we should finally go to the mall if we want to see something? - our mother questioned our father.

My father looked at my mother with his flashing, thunderous eyes and a serious expression, asking her to shut her mouth if she wanted good, and then we waited with intimate humility for approx. fifteen minutes, and only after that was our fancy group allowed to get out of the car.

Most of the large families, who showed a receptive interest in the novelties and especially the plazas, also started with a similar solemn reverence for their multi-culture, like the flock of anthills pouring from the asphalted yard of the car park.

Almost immediately, most children have already thought about whether they can trick or just beg with nice words for any special, small gift in honor of celebrating the big day.

Our father could not know how or how to behave in a shopping center, so he tried to channel his own frustrated nervousness and neurotic anxiety attacks on the children, or he addressed wild strangers as if he were their best friend and talked to them in an almost cheering tone.

At such times, it was as if another personality was hidden in him - of course only subconsciously, deep down - under the layers, and somehow we felt that it was still good to be with him. In such cases, our mother said almost immediately that father needn't feel so embarrassed, after all, the majority are human, so nothing bad can happen, but all the while, if we were in a closed space, where people were probably really busy, it didn't hurt to be afraid I always keep my eyes on my father.

Almost squealing and screaming, most of the children ran to the ice cream counter and looked at the wide selection of mouth-watering, albeit slightly watered, so uncooked ice cream with enchanted spell. Then, with a pitiful, snickering, pleading look, they gradually began to beg to leave the company of the adults, and later they demanded their ice cream cones, because in principle some hypermodern air conditioning equipment was already functioning, but everyone was sweating like horses at midday.

"Shut up when I say it, you naughty boys!" Look man! You don't make your own voice in such confusion! - our father's long-suppressed temper erupted like an unstoppable, massive nuclear bomb, and in such cases there was a high risk that he would slap several big or small slaps in seconds, even on perfectly innocent children.

"My dad!" Why don't you go and have a look, let's say... whatever you're in the mood for, while I'll buy everyone an ice cream! What would you like? - asked our mother patiently and with such a smile, which maybe only a few people are capable of with such tension and temper.

- I do not care! Gobble up! - he answered, then furious - of course with the other customers' confused looks -, he grabbed a rolling shopping cart and started pushing it thirty meters from us, until it barely calmed down.

"Don't even worry about it, skunks!" answered our mother. "Well, then line up, kids!" Who wants what kind of ice cream? - he asked the question, and the children, like so many little bees, were really already surrounding our mother with their naive beliefs, who was very impressed by this, as everyone was able to get a little relief.

Then, when the kids were all happily lickin' with ice cream cones in their hands, our father appeared from the depths of one of the larger rows, and he looked at all the existing technical, electronic and other articles and immediately packed the biggest drill and circular saw that anyone had ever seen.

"You're not serious now, are you?" - asked our mother, half seriously, resentfully, and half jokingly, and it was obvious that she was a little surprised by all this.

"You told me to do whatever I wanted, my dear!" I want to buy these! Do you have any objection to this?! - he looked at her with suspicious, piercing eyes, and felt in the air that another bomb filled with total negativity could explode immediately.

- Well! I did not say! Would you like some ice cream? I think chocolate and stracsatella are heavenly! �" somewhat provocatively, annoying our father, our mother licked the tops of the dumplings with lustful pleasure.

Our father literally immediately snatched his own portion from our mother's delicate, swan-like hands and began to eat it with the greed of a wild animal, as if at least his own life depended on it.

-Darling, just be careful not to hurt your throat later! he remarked with half-bitten wit, which made my father's blood pressure rise to two hundred again.

- Here we go! I'm not a piss kid anymore! I eat as I want! �" with that, he began to eat even more greedily, and then he unexpectedly had a coughing fit, which only came to light later, before his death. Allegedly, the constant nervousness and stress took such a toll on his physical condition that his body was no longer able to cope with certain things.

"Honey, you know I didn't think so!" - she tried to excuse herself with a little sense of guilt in the hope that this would calm her disturbed, slightly nervous husband.

"Did the puppies get some kind of gift for that?" he asked, looking forward to lighting another cigarette because smoking was prohibited in the mall.

"Well... not really..." our mother slurred, then gradually began to observe her husband's reactions.

"Then let's quickly buy everyone something small and then drag us to the stinking hell!" �" with that, another seemingly endless, eternal spiral circle followed between the rows, and finally, when our father couldn't take it anymore, we ended up in the sports department, and everyone got either a soccer ball or a basketball, which at that time still boasted its size and could not be called massive, which speaking, he could chat in his spare time.

"Mommy!" Don't we buy a LEGO? asked one of my female cousins who also joined us.

"I don't own it now!" If you behave well on your birthday, we'll figure something out! �" we went ahead with it so that everyone could get in line on time, since in the meantime, crowds of people who swelled to such a size covered almost anything they could see or touch in seconds.

Our little shopping spree took hours anyway, and by the time we headed for the checkout gates with a large army of squealing, squealing children on our well-packed shopping cart, the young cashier who was just there, bored to death, couldn't help but be surprised that so many people were able to buy so many things.

- Thank you for shopping with us! - he grinded out the usual rice text, just like a well-adjusted robot, and it felt a lot that he was making a big impact on the entire consumer society, and thus the corrupted world.

Outside, a little later, in the parking lot, there was a minor altercation between our father and a kind of Hulk-type, doughy, testosterone macho, who was more than anything afraid of the polish of his sports car, and of course, with such a fierce desire to own it, he was, of course, intentionally hot, sexy, and and the butt of her scantily clad girlfriend with a snobbish demeanor, as if the young woman were at least an object of use that she could throw aside at any moment.

- Dear Sir! There's no point in arguing! As you can see, nothing happened! But if you think so, we can also call the police, and they will determine whether a violation has occurred! - Our father's mind was spinning like a razor, and clearly his remaining macho courage must have gotten into the macho tendons of all his muscles, because he easily nodded at the fact that our father allegedly slightly scratched his car when he wanted to get into the driver's seat, and he tried to do this as an incredible insult to register, but the minute the police were mentioned, the big mutant-macho already got back to his cool, expensive sports club accompanied by his petite, stiletto-heeled girlfriend, and they disappeared as quickly as if they had never been there.

"Well... you always learn something!" - stated our father's wisdom of the day. "Everyone buckle up!" We are going! "With that valuable, strange article from Rahedli, and a trunk full of household items, we set off for home."