I was in Poland spending time with my family and introducing the country to my partner who finally visited for the first time.
I was in Prague attending gazillion poetry events, drinking one beer after another, and remembering what my priorities once were. I was busy redefining them over and over again. I was getting inspired (this takes so much energy sometimes). I was stuck with crazy amount of freelance work. I needed silent time.
Then I went to Budapest for no reason. Okay, a ridiculously cheap flight home (or close enough to make it home in a day without too much hassle) was a reason. I spent most of my Budapest time translating in my hostel room, but I somehow managed to venture out for a photowalk. Beautiful scenery always gives you +10 to translation speed. Like really.
I was lucky. Skies were blue, rain was gone, tourists went for dinner, I had it all for myself. And then there was sunset. Little things are the big ones, sometimes.
I haven’t been to Budapest for 5 years. It is as beautiful, elegant, and sad as it was when I visited Hungary for the first time in 2011. The Shoes are still the most touching Holocaust memorial I have seen. The Danube is still telling the same, long forgotten stories of empires that once called this city their own, and lands that are now lost. I’m still falling for these tales.