A day for rest, meeting people and hanging out with the loved child and an occasionally grumpy dragon. We left late morning, our bag filled with goodies, still hopeful but our mood and the sky already clouding over. By lunch time it was clearly not a day for eating outside. We were dressed for the cool(!) occasion but the rain just didn’t make it all the more likely to enjoy that nice food.
We ate in a café and after some time in the library where Tobi insisted on taking all the CDs home which fortunately we couldn’t, only about 2 dozens , so after the library we headed home. Lili was about starting to cry in disappointment so we did stop on one of the small islands getting our blanket out on top of the insulating mat and had some snacks. We had our picnic after all, against all odds, wind wasn’t suiting us. Tobi flew up with one of the kites trying to amuse us but after tangling himself severely in the strings and tails he fell on the ground with a big thump. We tried not to laugh but we also felt for him. Gathering ourselves to make for home rain started again.
Lili passed out the moment we left and Tobi kindly offered to fly home not having to carry him as well. At last in the warm house we celebrated our successful day with ice-cream. Also said Goodbye to Molly who as I found out moved to Tunis for an undefined length of time. I will miss her. I think she is a she.
Last week Tobi pressed me to tell him about my childhood. Eventually I did and looked around on a web based social networking site similar to Facebook but mainly only for Hungarians in Hungarian only and a lot more boring too.
Finding a few people I started to run into interesting things. Of course one can argue that we will see what we chose to see which got to be true, ask any religious person for instance. In Hungary I am seeing creeping or not so creeping but out in the open Fascism. I found an old mate from primary school for example whose introduction lines on his profile focused on letting the world know that he is racist and proud of it. Another old childhood friend I managed to get as far as talking on skype with. At some point hestarted lecturing me about all those bloody immigrants who are all so bad for all those reasons he’s got in his head. This has happened shortly after I explained to him how I have immigrated to three different countries in the last 10 years so basically I am a professional immigrant and soon will get a proper certificate from the EU for it and stuff. True. Tobi says so!
I got a bit discouraged from getting in touch with people just for the sake of it, see how they do from all this time. Of course… I will need my angle of perception, recreate the world around me and things will come out different. Tobi said he will help with drumming, Jen will get me some dried sage and Lili promised she won’t be snoring
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