2008. június 12., csütörtök

Dózsa Györgyi

It's 1 am. I'm after a good laugh (the way dutch people call the fat around the lower back gave sense to all my life) and I just spent a very good night talking to my Amsterdamer who she might not know but means a lot to me. And she did what only a few people can do. She defined me in 5 words that is the basis of my existance right now. That's impressive. Sharing some tears and laughs with her owns precious moments that I would not be able to give up. Also I'm after a very good night being with an old friend who I cannot see much as she is struggling with a boyfriend. I'm after sipping a bottle of rosé with sprakling water under an open window, having bath in cool air after rain, listening to Band of horses, Everything all the time, which by the way is brilliant. I'm all in this adorable numbness. And I don't even give a fuck about going to work tomorrow. Why would I? Why should I? I feel like nothing bad can happen. And of course it's not true but I'd like to be swiming in this illusion for a couple of more minutes. I'm smoking a cigarette before my yellow inspiron and I want to memorize all the details of my day.

That has been a very good day. The day when I hardly could wake up (god I loath mornings) and the day when I again was 40 minutes late from work (shame on me). The day when I called Bogi, my colleague, to wait for me to drink the first latté of the working hours. Just like every morning. The day when I listened to Elliott, greatest band on earth. The day when I went to work with my pink-black polka dots Vans on me. The day when I got the greatest professional and personal feedback from a director of a department. The day when after months I didn't have any doubts of my future because I felt worthwile to have all the goodness and joy. Daydreaming? Yeah, but what I am for if not for daydreaming? That was the day when I first sensed the magic of summer. The lightness of the day and the wonderfulness of the night. This is one of the days when this feeling got me into believing that something good and extraordinary is waiting for me, maybe just right after the next corner. Such a great state of the mind and the soul melted into an amazing mess. Knowing and feeling at the same time. And eagerly, dispairingly looking forward to having some catharsis which comes with the summer breeze hand in hand.

And that was the day that I ended with a falafel, the last sip of rosé with sparkling water and the last drag of my Pall Mall, having all of them on the stairs of the house that I live in, in the downtown, on one of the streets in the amazing 9th district of Budapest, and sharing them with that old friend, who went to see her boyfriend with whom she immediatelly got into a fight and came back.

That was the day when this old friend's daughter called one of Hungary's greatest national hero, Dózsa György, Dózsa Györgyi.

That was one of those perfect days.