We moved to Hungary last month. We had to get used to the place so we decided to get out of Budapest for a day.
I think it was Sunday when I arrived at Bappy and Anja’s in Intendente.
We were on our way home after a film when Pien said that the oldest Jazz place in Europe was in the area.
Jurg and I have been seeing rugby games the past couple of Saturdays.
Last year, seems like a distant past.
I’m on a roll here! I sent rolls to be developed last week thinking that I’d have my photographs from HK by this week. I end up mixing them all up and now I have photographs that I’ve completely forgotten about in my hands!
A couple of months back, we went to Japan. We missed our bus and entered someone’s backyard and found ourselves in a forest. Sometimes, it’s good to get lost.
A couple of months back, I watched people wait on platforms.
From the journal:
We tried to catch summer in the middle of june.
Been on the move for the last three weeks.
On our way home, I lost the most important thing I bought that trip.
To tell you frankly, I am afraid. Of mostly everything. But I’m more afraid of not crossing, so this year I’m making a list of all that I’m afraid of, and I’m crossing them out one by one