Margit Island
Margit Island - Our last day in Budapest, we rode a four-person bicycle on Margit Island. This contraption was equipped with a bell. The night before we danced at Capella Café. I saw a cabaret show.
Every once in a while I would get flash backs of the awful meals at the Cafeteria of the Balatonfured.
I comb through the bookstores in Budapest and managed to find ‘Winter Nights’ Poems of Joszeph Attila and a work of Palinsky’s ‘The Desert of Love’. These are good companion on the eight-hour flight home, which was like an exercise in Zen.
I retreated into several days of self-imposed exile in Budapest just to see the city on my own.
At the lake, I went to Szusanna’s work place. The invited me to their tiny apartment for lunch. It was a ten-minute walk through a forest park. On the way, she touched a tree to feel its energy or noticed a patch of tiny what mushrooms. I also met her boyfriend, Attila. He did not speak English. I asked Szusanna about the poet Attila. We made a paprika salad on her balcony. Beyond rooftops, we could see the Lake and Tihany. We spoke about spiritual matters. She had a book of pictograms. One of the pictures is of Buddha’s foot with a conch shell that preaches to the masses. We were trying to think of a word. It came to me several days later. The word was: Euphoria!
I wonder what made us go. We wonder if our worth was any good to merit a residency. What made her choose us? Was it a case of first come first served or did she truly made a selection? Angela had doubts. Her packed arrived and immediately, she received an email of acceptance.
Every once in a while I would get flash backs of the awful meals at the Cafeteria of the Balatonfured.
I comb through the bookstores in Budapest and managed to find ‘Winter Nights’ Poems of Joszeph Attila and a work of Palinsky’s ‘The Desert of Love’. These are good companion on the eight-hour flight home, which was like an exercise in Zen.
I retreated into several days of self-imposed exile in Budapest just to see the city on my own.
At the lake, I went to Szusanna’s work place. The invited me to their tiny apartment for lunch. It was a ten-minute walk through a forest park. On the way, she touched a tree to feel its energy or noticed a patch of tiny what mushrooms. I also met her boyfriend, Attila. He did not speak English. I asked Szusanna about the poet Attila. We made a paprika salad on her balcony. Beyond rooftops, we could see the Lake and Tihany. We spoke about spiritual matters. She had a book of pictograms. One of the pictures is of Buddha’s foot with a conch shell that preaches to the masses. We were trying to think of a word. It came to me several days later. The word was: Euphoria!
I wonder what made us go. We wonder if our worth was any good to merit a residency. What made her choose us? Was it a case of first come first served or did she truly made a selection? Angela had doubts. Her packed arrived and immediately, she received an email of acceptance.
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