Are you talking about Budapest? I visited Budapest and can tell you that you are deluded.
Yes, I'm talking about Budapest. I actually live there.
How long were you in Budapest? What did you see? What did you most like, and what did you least like?
Have you ever been to the USA? I think not. Like most Europeans on the left, you really don't know a great deal about the USA.
Yes, I've been in the USA, though only on holidays - crossing the country for about a month, with my father, who had lived there for a year way back when.
We started out in Detroit, because my father had lived near there, but from there we flew to New York, which was of course overwhelmingly vibrant, huge, bustling and energetic, an unparallable beehive of a city, with everything you can think of in plentiful abundance. It also - at the time - featured the most shocking poverty and rampant homelessness I'd yet seen, though (but then it was my first trip outside of Europe).
We went to Washington DC, the beautiful parks and monuments, pleasant Georgetown, the gritty city around; and to New Orleans, its charming French Quarter, the old large-porched houses lining up to the city park, the majestuous Mississippi river, and the neighbourhood between city and youth hostel we accidentally strayed in, where a police car caught up with us and admonished us to stay in the middle of the road, not look at anyone and get the hell out of there ASAP.
We went to El Paso, a beautiful train ride from New Orleans, the landscape an intimidatingly sparse, dry beauty, crossed the border into Ciudad Juarez, and stayed for a while in New Mexico. Santa Fe, Taos. I really liked New Mexico; again the barren but imposing landscape, the two cities cute enclaves amidst it.
Then we travelled up to Denver, which again was gritty (since we relied on YMCAs and youth hostels we got to see a fair share of less fortunate neighbourhoods) and into the Rockies to a resort in the middle of mountains that made the Alps fade in comparison, and where we were heartily welcomed by our hosts, an older American couple and their family. The couple itself represented a monumental slice of US history, having lived a long and very eventful life - people to admire - and by ways of distraction, their family took us out to a C&W feast, where I remember my "punk" belt turned out to fit perfectly ;-).
Another long train ride from Denver to LA offered the most splendid views yet, a caleidoscope of desert and mountain colours and extremes - a train ride I will definitely do once more in this life; and in LA we were welcomed by distant family (many Dutch made their way to the US back in the late 40s / 50s) until we flew back home.
All in all, a great place to visit, but truthfully, I wouldnt want to live there. I might survive Boston or San Francisco, and, like everyone, I would of course love to spend half a year in New York, but .. to settle down in, I think I prefer Europe by far.
Perhaps if I ever get old, somewhat cranky and slightly melancholic, I will settle down in a Rust Belt town near Amish countryside and write a book... yeah, right.