Autodata Magyar -

“Laci, the system is down again!” shouted Zsófi, the new IT manager, poking her head into the archive. The building’s ancient server had finally given up the ghost. Outside, a dozen mechanics were on hold, desperate for the crankshaft alignment specs for a Suzuki Ignis.

Zsófi looked at Laci, then at the red binder. autodata magyar

He opened the binder. Inside, along with the specs, was a folded piece of paper—a map. It wasn’t a road map. It was a hand-drawn diagram of the first Autodata office, a garage behind a butcher shop on Üllői út. There was a small ‘X’ marked in the corner of the basement. “Laci, the system is down again