I'm longing...

for someone
(two Someones)
for a place

and I wish -
to be out of the City
to be in a quiet place
to be with people I love and care
to be useful with the measure of God

...and to not be upset on coming out of a church.
I'm longing to belong to Christ.

And bless me!
I do.

after the Camino

I realized that I haven't changed enough.
I am learning to wait and listen and endure what is painful.
And I experienced that eventually everything depends on God.

sta camminando

keep on walking
keep on breathing
keep on praying
keep on changing
keep on being grateful

Budapest, love

Here are some amazing photos about Budapest. Actually, when I am walking on the streets, I don't see the city like this with my eyes, but I definitely see likewise with my heart. I have to add, I am riding a bike, it's easy to escape from the crowd and stop in the beautiful places if you wish to. Still, this city needs a lot of time and patience, and then you find it fascinating.

time to declutter

Sometimes I feel lucky and blessed for I am able to live a thousand life, in books, in different cultures and countries and companies. This is the 21st century, and I live right now and here.
But other times I just feel overwhelmed by the busyness of my everyday life, which, in fact, is crowded because I made it like that. But my problem is always with objects and events and things-to-do-lists - never with people. 

I could live my whole life meeting to you, my friends. And I never regret to get in touch with someone. 

Still, it's necessary to simplify life.
To breathe. To sit still. To listen to you.
To get and let the body, the brain, the soul move.
One thing at the time.

sensible

Maybe the waiting of the spring, perhaps my body, I feel free and open and closed, and perhaps in love, therefore I feel very confused. Whatever. I'm on the right path, cycling around Budapest and in my life and in my soul. This is also a crazy post.
Have a wonderful day to everybody!

my very favourites

I feel the urge to list my favourite movies, just as I collect my most beloved books.
Well, let's start with the books.

The most perfect ones:
No.1. Antoine de Saint Exupéry: The little prince
No.2. Ferenc Molnár: The boys from the Pál street
No. 3. Thomas Mann: Joseph and his brothers

Then the common ones but I really do love them:
 Magda Szabó: The door. And also: The moment.
 Endre Illés: Szávitri
 Michael Ende: Momo
 Ervin Lázár: Szegény Dzsoni és Árnika
 Antar Szerb: Traveller and moonlight
 Jack London: The call of the wild
 Charlotte Bronte: Jane Eyre
 Jane Austen: Pride and prejudice
 András Sütő: Anyám könnyű álmot ígér
 Hungarian folk tales
 J.D. Salinger: The catcher in the rye
 Bulgakov: Master and Margarita
 Umberto Eco: The name of the rose
 Márquez:  One hundred years of solitude


The movies (just titles):
(I could watch them any time)

The secret of Kells
Howl's moving castle
Coraline
Black cat, white cat
Simon mágus
8 Woman
Babette's feast
Kill Bill


and some others I don't remember right now :)

about muslims

When I was in Malaysia, I questioned a lot about their culture and religion, why women cover themselves and how do they worship Allah. Now I can say I understand a little bit more. I do not agree with anything, but I accept and understand them better, and that is a big deal - a conversation between christians and muslims, to accept each other. 
Here are some nice stories I got from Naim's father. They  say, we are like brothers and sisters. Or cousins, whatever. The point is basically almost the same, except Jesus Christ vs Mohammed, but to talk and befriend with another human it is more than enough to think the same about God.

A Non Muslim came to a Sufi and asked: Why is it Not Permissible in Islam for a Women to shake hands with a Man? The Sufi said: Can you shake hands with Queen Elizabeth? The Non Muslim said: Of course not, there are only certain people who can shake hands with Queen Elizabeth. Sufi replied: Our Women are Queens and Queens do not shake hands with strange men. 

Then the Non Muslim asked another Question: Why do your Girls cover up their body? The Sufi smiled and got two sweets, he opened the first one and kept the other one closed. He threw them both on the dusty floor and asked the Non Muslim: If I asked you to take one of the sweets which one will you choose? The Non Muslim replied: The covered one.The Sufi said: That's how we treat and see our women. Women should not be like the Moon which everyone can See and Admire, they should be like the Sun which makes the Viewers lower their Gaze. 

anno nuovo - a new year

Un anno nuovo. Quest'anno e stata piena di sorpresi e cambiamenti. Scandinavia, montagni, Assisi, autostop, insegnare, Malaisia, Natale con la famiglia. Cose difficile e bellissime.
Non lo so che cosa viene, ma cerco di lasciare spazio a Dio che Lui anche puó operare nella mia vita. Nella nostra vita. Ecco. 

A new year has arrived. A lot of wonderful and surprising thing happened in 2013.
I was in Sweden and experienced loneliness and cold, yet also how can one grow in the darkness. 
I was at home and with friends.
I was in the mountains again, in the Tátra.
I was in Assisi again.
I moved to Budapest.
I teached two months.
I was in Malaysia for a muslim wedding.
I made friendship with wonderful people.
And here I am. Thank you, my God!

Now this is another period of change. I am going to let God to be God and act for me. Not as if I couldn't act. But I want to find the road that He planned for me. That's it. Life is amazingly beautiful.