I recall visiting Budapest in 1989 and going for a ride in a Trabant taxi. As my dad opened the door and grabbed the roof top with his hand to get out of the ta

I recall visiting Budapest in 1989 and going for a ride in a Trabant taxi. As my dad opened the door and grabbed the roof top with his hand to get out of the taxi, a small piece of the taxi roof top cracked off. We still have it at home as a souvenir.