After spending the first month here in Ljubljana as an EVS, I left the holy land of Slovenia to go abroad and “discover” the world, wait… no, visit a friend in Budapest. Some money in my “kavbojke” right pocket, my passport in the left one, a free seat in a car full of people I barely knew… and of course way too much clothes for a weekend, hey… French girl alert!
The car comes, it is already nearly full, everyone tries to get in their place, eventually i put my huge bag in the small Opel… and I realize that spending hours playing Tetris as a kid was not a lack of time! Thank you Russia! In the car, we have two portugese girls, two french girls, and my german flatmate (as a gender needed minority… poor guy). We are driving a German car, on a Slovenian highway, to go to Hungary, to visit Michał, a Polish friend of mine, that I met in Ljubljana five years ago… Chinese puzzle alert!
Budapest is huge, the buildings are big, the avenues are long, the people are tall, and the currency rate is redonkulous. The city is abuzz, Michał explains that it is because the elections are coming. Walking through the streets of Pest reminds me a little bit of France; old buildings, dirty streets and people crossing at the red light. After one month in Slovenia, a little bit of chaos was needed🙂.
Five years after meeting in Erasmus, we spent our days talking in parks, our evenings sitting in Nappali Kávéház, and our nights dancing, with a new generation of Erasmus… Happiness alert!
In our early days we fancy that the leading events in our life, and the persons who are going to play an important part in it, will make their entrance to the sound of drums and trumpets; but when, in old age, we look back, we find that they all came in quite quietly, slipped in, as it were, by the side-door, almost unnoticed ( … ) life may be compared to a piece of embroidery, of which, during the first half of his time, a man gets a sight of the right side, and during the second half, of the wrong. The wrong side is not so pretty as the right, but it is more instructive; it shows the way in which the threads have been worked together.
The Ages of Life. Chapter V