Excuse me, what is this 'kerek' (round)?

-Zsömle, te barom! (Bread roll, you moron!) (Hofi)

So there's a phenomenon that we can call Hungaro-Americans (Amerikás magyar). It seems that it is in our genes that if we leave our homeland, and we end up in California and we over 60 years old and female, we turn into Zsazsa Gabor:

America makes us to forget our mother-tongue even though we're still not able to speak English very well. Even if we spent the last 40 years here under the blue skies of California...

The recent picnic we went to was a really unique experience. "I present you the Hungarian csikós in the csikós outfit!" Well, the lángos definitely was worth it, but I don't like when someone tries to forget where they came from, forget their roots and pretend to be somebody else. Yes, you should adapt to the local culture, and follow the rules and traditions, but you should keep your own, too. Otherwise you can pretend to be somebody more than what you are at home, and here that you're more of an American than any of the Americans here, too... But the result will be that you don't fit in none of the environments, and you become a laughing stock.