Back in the early 1990s little old men and women could be found at various metro stations or at busy intersections in Budapest with a small table, a box of folded colored papers, and a parakeet. When you paid the fee, the parakeet would pick a paper out of the box for you with your fortune on it. I have never tried this before, but saw this now rare sight at Okotogon and decided to give it a whirl. For 200 huf, Gyuri the Parakeet chose a white paper for me on which was written the following:

"Men's Planet: You are a dreamer, but that does not mean you are not good at your work. A relative is obstructing your work. You will not lose anything. Your children will bring you joy, with the exception of your daughter. She will cause you problems when she marries. You will receive assets. Your neighbors are two-faced and are gossiping behind your back. You will live to be 98." At the end of the paper was a number to play in the lottery.