“…as I got closer, I glanced a couple of white houses in the valley, peeping out through the greenery and the clean roads were shaded by leafy trees. I passed one watermill, than the other one while the paddle-wheels were turning, gurgling the creek’s water, and just above the watermills rose a couple of poplars. Then I caught side of the church tower, rising up so orderly as if in a postcard, fact that slightly would have annoyed me if everything did not smell so much warm and lifelike. On one side of the road a boy was pasturing some cows; a little further, a girl was guarding over some geese. The houses were spread around the church. They had dazzling white carved fences that were almost smiling. I say, the whole picture looked like a prop to a sanguine play, or like the set to a huge poster, saying: “Let’s travel across the country!” But the houses were not backstage rooms: there were noiseless glides behind the windows, cats ran over the roofs, kids were playing on courtyards, and on the road a stringy boy was running in front of me and rolling a big wagon wheel. In the backside of the large courtyards there were farm buildings with some fruit trees next to them. The branches of the early apple and pear trees were dilapidating, and there was also a beehive. There were a lot of guests there, who gave a couple of “kreuzer” coins to children, bought some fruits, asked for old tunes from the goose-herd, had peaceful barbeques on the braes, and respectfully greeted everyone they met with...”

The above citation from Sándor Török was taken from the magazine called ‘Magyarság’ (‘Hungarianness’), from year 1936. Already in those days he saw us this way. We hope that our dear guests will have similar feelings and impressions at their summer holidays, and will leave with them, in order to come back here, in the Eastern Mecsek.