6 hours at the border…

Hungarians don’t like Ukrainians, Ukrainians don’t really like Hungarians

and although I was neither, I spent 6 hours at the border

not understanding the point of this waiting and the multiple searches

for alcohol and cigarettes in my suitcase (it received more attention

from the border guards than I’d given it packing in haste that morning);

Are you sure you don’t have any alcohol or cigarettes in here?

was the unbelieving query I answered multiple times

and my definitive No only encouraged their doubt

until one younger, entrepreneurial soldier summoned me

to the roadside and asked again, I answered again, and he mused

Would you like some? and it shortened my time at the border