There is a good old Hungarian habit. When someone turns 21 (or any other very even best age), we all gather up in an old building around a biiiig wooden table, to celebrate. The person having the birthday has to stand next to this very table... slowly breath out, and step back from the table. Hold her left fist forward as a sign on tribal belonging, while she has to start singing her favorite samanic sacrifice ritual song. I personally prefer the "Kill the bat and eat its liver", but Rita likes the one about eating the ears of a live pig. Anyway so in this case she was singing that, doing the tribal thingy as it is supposed to be. While doing so the candidate must also grab something with his or her right hand.. in this case she was holding a knife she just smacked in the wall minutes ago. She did everything the way it is supposed to go.

The picture was taken right before she ritually fisted the burning cake into pieces, as it should be.

We all watched in silence as the holy ritual ended. Covered in cake and pieces of the wooden table, we all shared unity for a couple of holy minutes.

Goood times.