One thing at the time

I was wondering about time and occupation.
Since I am living in a huge city, in the capital of Hungary, I noticed I have fewer time. Why is that? The day is still 24 hours, right? Only I have more things to do. And to became a teacher (that's a long procedure, my mom said only the first ten years is hard) is eating most of my time. For the other things I want to do (being with friends, going to dance, cinema, theater or museum) is so much that is impossible to fit each one of them in the day. Time is the same - but I want to do more.
Here in the 21st century the world is open, you have a giand window of it and you can live a thousand life if you want to (like in my childhood when I wanted to be an indian, at least Winnetou, but then I realized if I would be him, I would never could have a look at other cultures and times).
So we want everything. I want to travel everywhere.
But it's no use.
I feel alive sincerely when I do one and only one thing at a time. One book. One notebook. One movie. One friend to listen to. ONE thing at the time.
You can peep the other ten thousand life, wheter it is real or not - but you have to live only one.
And when I teach the kids how our ancestors had been living, peasants, craftsmasters and so on - I know I cannot show them that life was sooo slower than now.
It's amazing that we could live another hundred life - but we'd better choose one.
That's how it became real.

actually

I tried to look at my wish-list - what do I want to do, where do I feel need to go, what kind of life do I want to myself.
And I am actually living my dreams.
It required a huge amount of fortitude, recline upon God, and it was really, really scary. But it worth it, every minute since.

One year ago

Last November in the evening of my departure from Korea, Joshua told me to write something about our capital, Budapest. Something that cannot be found in a guide book.
I wrote this:

For me Budapest is the most beautiful city in the world, 
therefore
I would never live there.

And here I am, living in Budapest for the next year and I enjoy it.
It is amazing.
It is dirty and noisy.
It robs time.
But if I don't stop watching to the things I see with fresh eyes, it remains fabulous, and even more wonderful that you can imagine.
Because with a real glance one can find the essence.

autumn list - I simply love them

pumpkin in every form
falling leaves
smell of wild chesnut (and kicking them)
chesnut eaten on the street
quince jelly (or in every form)
something new begins in every year whether you are student or not
harvesting grape and grape juice
hot drinks
wind and fog
fresh walnut and almond and nut
visiting the graves of our relatives and ancestors and lighting a candle
reading poems

a one-minute short story

Here is a short story of István Örkény, the master of very short stories. Classic Hungarian. Enjoy it.

short and dim yet

I got back home. I seek my way... I have questions and always got the answers too, just need to wait a little bit.
New autumn and new things are coming, I have no idea yet, but I feel it.
I don't know, how, but every day things of life become more clear.
I just need to start.
Back soon.

Assisi

So, I am in Assisi again, exactly in the convent and the Basilica Papale di Santa Maria degli Angeli, for volunteering for the third time. And again: I don t have words for it. So amazing, in spite of we are working all day long. The way to here was also long, from Hungary to Bologna by hitchiking, then by train. And now here I am, where the air is full of the spirit of San Francesco, and the friars and sisters warmly welcomed me and my Italian is better day by day, the food is amazing, sometimes we can learn how to make Italian food. And every day happens something, that shows me the incredible grace of God.

Grazie per tutti che posso essere qua, i frati e le suore ogni giorno mi mostrano Dio in piccole cose, e anche fare il volontariato significa che sorridiamo, o confrontiamo con le gente, ma la direzione e chiaro - verso al Creatore. Non ho parole.