This city is getting into my heart as well as under my fingernails and into my shoes - it's quite dusty. These cars are DACIAs. The only car available under the
Communist regime. And those, unsuspecting reader, are the romanian colours. Formerly displayed on benches, bins, and now, anywhere you look hard enough.Sometimes I try to make friends with strangers and take their photos. Here are the results.
This is the Orthodox cathedral, which is in space between the two parallel roads that run through the centre of town.
When I get to this building, I know there's only one more block til I'm home. The sign in the door says NASTIMED. Sounds goood.
This is in Central Park, I could see it out the window if there weren't so many trees. People go boating in the lake. I sit at the side and look jealous, but I'm sure it's just a matter of time until my girlfriend takes me.
See ya
2 comments:
This running commentary took me slightly by surprise...in its prolificness I mean. I read your first post and then went back and had to catch up on hundreds. It really is fantastic though. You are a visceral writer and you process your experiences well. You inspire me to start blogging again (not that I have Hungarian plays and hilltop metal crosses to write about).
don't count on the boating because i'm your girlfriend and i'm not taking you. there is no other girlfriend.
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