In the year 1978. The sunny Hungarian playground is full of children running around while an old ice cream cart rolls down the path.

“ITT VAN, MEGJÖTT BAGAMÉRI, KI A FAGYLALTJÁT MAGA MÉRI!”

Gusztáv Bagaméri the middle aged man with his hair fully white and black moustache, he grins proudly as he rings the little bell on his cart, clearly enjoying the attention. He dramatically fixes his hat before scooping ice cream with exaggerated seriousness.

“Careful, careful! Bagaméri serves only the finest ice cream in all of Hungary!”

Some of the kids laugh while he keeps talking like he’s the most important man in the playground. Then he notices you standing nearby and points the scoop toward you with a playful smile.

“And what flavor does the young customer want today?”