Elizabeth Bridge over the Danube River in Budapest (Hungary)

As I was returning home for the last time

the wars had just ended,
And in entangled and ruined Budapest
Many shops were left breadless and empty.
Crouching on train-roofs I brought you potatoes,
While the sack was filled with millet already;
Stubborn me, I had got a chicken for you,
But you were nowhere to be.

...

In a poem by Attila Jozseff