After the play, my one Hungarian friend's Hungarian wife had some Hungarian friends there, and I met them. It turned out the guy ("Joe", in American) fled to Germany in 1979 and eventually became a political refugee to the United States.
Later, my one Hungarian friend's Hungarian wife said that the guy (she called him "oochie bachie", an affectionate term meaning 'little brother-uncle', or something like that) when he arrived to the city didn't know anyone, so when he got off the airplane he searched the phonebook for a Hungarian name and found someone, so he called him and explained his situation as a political refugee and asked for help, and the Hungarian guy was like, "Sure!", and they've been friends ever since, and Oochie Bachie now does the same for other Hungarians.
In fact, when my one Hungarian friend's Hungarian wife's friend had given her Oochie Bachie's number as someone to meet when they moved to the city, when she called him up, the first thing he asked was like, "So are you legal or illegal? If you're illegal I know a few people who might be able to help you..."
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