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The Synagogue was wasn’t open due to a private event, so I just kept on walking to the Museum of applied art where I saw a contemporary exhibition. Contemporary ceramics, really nice actually. They told me it was supposed to take about 30 minutes, it took me 1 hour. I love looking at things from far away and then go (almost too) close and look at the details. The perfect lines, the uneven ones, the material, the small dots that you wouldn’t see from far away, the whle craftmanship. And at this exhibition, I was also looking at the part of the art facing the wall, while when it comes to this kind of art, there can be details on the “back” side that I wouldn’t want to miss.

Walked south along the Danube, and stopped at the Ludwig museum to sit down in the evening sun before taking the public transport to Margrit Island. We saw the fontain. It was pretty and kind of funny, but at the same time, really a waste. A waste of money from the government to spend on this instead of spending the money on health care or renovating buildings or something else that would actually be useful to the people that live in Budapest. The tourists really doesn’t need it.

In the middle my bitterness the fountain ended its concert with “Time to say goodbye”. And that song always reminds me of my grandma… And my grandma would have liked this. Just because it’s one of the wonders of life, just because it’s simply beautiful, just because it mesmerizes people and make them happy. Just because it’s there and it’s singing and creating a show for us and there’s nothing I really can do to change that. Why shouldn’t I enjoy this moment then. I think of grandma and I smile with tears in my eyes because she knew that we need to enjoy as much of life as possible, because that’s what makes life worth living.


Checked out from the hostel today and moving to Ás place for the weekend. Found an organic shop and restaurant on my way to a museum. Or rather, I looked it up and then I went here to have brunch. Hah, not really the same thing… Nice food, good service and not really touristic. Even though they write all dishes (which are not many) in both Hungarian and English. Soy cappuccino and an Ischler after a main dish which was something like a Zucchini lasagna. Ishler is some kind of bread cookie with plum jam inside and covered with chocolate. I’m back on track and the sun is coming back out from behind the clouds. No sunstrokes today please. Cross your fingers.

Hungarian sounds a bit like Finnish btw. And Russian.

And yesterday I ordered a beer in Hungarian. Pretty neat.

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