I arrived to a stupid dude's house in Hungary. They ran a tourist business. His father had
a tourist hostel, and every day or so a bus with old American women arrived. They had a
farm with animals, my friend was chef, and as they had plenty of rooms, they were happy
to give me a room. It was a big house out in the plains, with a big restaurant which was
a windmill originally. The was a stupid gypsy working in the barn, another friend, giving
horserides to the tourists.

And there it was. His father, sitting, doing something with a horse, pumping, working some
object in and out a horse's ass.