Dancing on the bridge at 11 at night. Clap-Clap Stamp.
White Night
The museums open for free until one in the morning, one night every month. So we dress up, run around. Its anarchy - children hugging statues, people shouting on their mobiles and even taking flash photographs(!). Onto The Avenue for a bottle of whiskey and to dance on their tables. Our accompanying gentlemen got us into trouble by taking their tops off. I'd like to think this is because they were so moved by the bronze age weaponry.
Mert en Visky vagyok?
My Hungarian has developed as far as for me to construct sentences with some meaning. Life is beautiful. I am well, because I don't need money. I think that my little brother is bad.
When I'm cleaning windows
At 11 again, it seems all the best things happen then. The school was having an inspection so myself and Saci Néni (you can call all older women Auntie) scrubbed a lot. Also, some of the windows were broken so you know, we put new ones in. I am a bit sad to be moving out of their house, but Dorí has promised to put braids in my hair, and I know that Bensza needs my help with his math homework. Howsoever the much-awaited NIU students arrive today/tomorrow, a further distraction from painting the apartment
;)
1 comment:
I might believe that your humble company was moved by the brave daci people and their fights against the romans..undressing in their quest to feel the real life of the 1st and 2nd century [you should be glad they didn't go hunting! :P]
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