Operation Transfer Girl

Az utcak sokkal tisztabbak, mint ahogy emlekszem. Az emberek sokkal koszosabbak. ✳✳✳ Anno nem volt buntudatom, hogy nem adtam a keregetoknek, nem tudtam mibol. Ma mar nyulnek a zsebembe , de alig hiszem, hogy egy par fonttal sokra mennenek. ✴✴✴ Jelenleg abban a statuszban vagyok, hogy meg fel tudom sorolni a 4-6os megalloit. De mar nem erzem reflexbol, hogy melyik oldalon nyilik az ajto. ✴✴✴ Az utcan setalva mindig "turista vagy budapesti"-t jatszom. Majd elgondolkodom. Ha mas is ezt jatszana, engem hova sorolnanak? ✴✴✴ Az en idomben a "csak par forintot adjon" is eleg volt. Ma mar a "batya, batya, vona ket kiloja?" hangzik. Mikor legutobb csekkoltam, a kilo ezres volt, de lehet, hogy a szleng tudasom elavult. Vagy a "par forint" erteke. Egy masik legalabb oszinten inditott. Azt mondta, sorre kell. Hat en is azt vettem belole. ✴✴✴ A Deak ter uresen all. Vagy mindenki szigeten van, vagy Horvatorszagban....

It's been 3 years. At the start, I came to visit when I had time away from uni. Then I didn't have time. Then I didn't feel like it. Now I am back. Walking on the streets of Budapest. For the first time in the last year and a half. I am stranger to my own motherland. Like a tourist in my home country. I look at the buildings I used to walk by daily, like I have never seen them before. I wonder when were they built. Who designed them, what did they look like when they were new. I look at the architecture and I admire it. I look at the view from my window and it still startles me day and night, overseeing to the other side of the river. I watch the television, I walk in the crowd, sit down in the park and just listen. My head gets dizzy from the noise of the city, it's full of people shouting in Hungarian, and I still raise my head every time I hear someone speaking next to me, as if Hungarian would be so rare. But not here, obviously. Just to me, it is. I feel like I wa...