The last day of the Zenieskola was a sad. Mel plays sad music on the piano while I pack the remains of my studio into a box. Everyone had left for Budapest except Mel, Miwako, and me. We moved from table to table at a restaurant on the lakefront. It started to rain. We headed in door. The patio’s umbrella squeaks. We moved again. Finally settle down to Vitamin salads. Most of the restaurants have a shortage of greens. It was hard to find a good salad. I try spaghetti Bolognese at many restaurants. The best was at Lucifer’s. On my Birthday, Daniel and I went there for diner. I was disappointed that no one else was coming to diner with us.

Daniel Atyim, Mel, Carrie (Mel’s friend), and I spent our last days on Margit Island riding a four-person bicycle in the park. The contraption looks like something that came out of “The Flintstones”. It has a bell. We ring it and wave to passers by.

English was his fourth language he often said. They were going to ride together to Tihany. I was my idea to rent the bikes and peddle to the Abbey. I decided against it. Probably because Langelo was going to be there. After awhile I try to avoid him.
Melissa and Carrie had their paintings published in “New American Paintings”. They are from the Midwest, Iowa.


My candle burns at both ends,
It will not last the night,
But ah, my foes, and ah, my friends –
It gives a lovely light
-Edna St. Vincent Millay quote found on august. 2, 2001

Dan lived in New Mexico. That’s where Joel Peter-Witken lives. Dan somehow met Joel’s brother, Jerome, who teaches at Syracuse University. Dan met with Jerome, showed him the portfolio and got into the school.
Dan and I sneaked up to the attic of the zenieskola. Dan found some thin slate pieces. Later he would go up to the hill to painted the landscapes.