Late April Moments

The rays of spring sun dart trough the small round windows of the side entrance. The heavy curtains designed to shield from the cold of the night are tucked safely to the side allowing the light to travel all the way to the floor of the neighboring room. They split to a million lengthy triangles on the way bringing desperately welcomed light, real light to the space of Rock Bar in Onnela at 7:56am while Tobi and I are having our morning tea munching on bananas and dates.

That was the last of him I saw till I finished my shift. I cannot blame him. Every cell in my body wants to be out there every minute of the day, I don’t even care if the sun is out or not. It is real out there. Unlike the indoors of a night club. Simulation of a simulation. Baudrilliard, Matrix… thoughts like that. Tobi hates post modern social theorists. Each for a different reason. His choice.

When I finished my shift we met up and went for a coffee, trying to agree on writing a story in Hungarian but the terrace at Bisketi was too noisy to keep our thoughts concentrated. Headed home for the last time on the bus hopefully till December. It is cycling season now for the coming 7 or 8 months and my bus pass is finished as of today. Standing front of the front door I realised that there is a crucial tool, tiny equipment that can hide in my palm is on the other side but the door is locked and without this tiny tool it will remain so. We headed to Uni, hoping to meet up with Jen, get keys from her since Tobi for the second time within a week has not done his morning duty of picking up the keys on the way out. Today he forgot the house keys. Last Friday he forgot the key to work so we got on the bus without them, then he remembered and we got off at the next stop. The experience wasn’t too embarrassing for there were only 2 people on the bus. One of them the driver.

We met Jen at uni to pick up a key. While waiting Tobi got into an argument with the automatic paper feed on the toilet. I will not post further comments on that.
I wrote some things there Tobi was feeding me: Tobi thinks that the wide, clean and bright corridors of knowledge are just way too intimidating for a house dragon. Too hygienic, too… academic, too smart if you ask me

On the 1st of May I have been put down to work on my own, cleaning up the mess of celebrating the whom actually? Got it! The workers. Me really. It will be a hell of a day for me, the worker.
Some says that I should have a colleague working with me that day. Would be good for me, but instead of one worker there should be two working on the 1st of May cleaning up after others supposedly celebrating the very workers who clean up after them… wonderful concept.
In the house there is a movement of solidarity though. Jen is still thinking about organising a Bolshevik revolution, storming the palace, battle cruisers on the river etc. The fish sing fishy songs of equality. Fortunately we can’t read lip. Tobi organising Molly, Moses and the others, especially the ones whose names start with M for a 1st May rally against exploitation and work for money. Don’t know how much help that will be.