Budapest

What an esoteric city to me ! A good kind of magic that gets you on the top of a hill for a three-hour talk about the Huns, the Turkish, the Hapsburgs and the communists. I was taught the Hungarian history by a 71 years old man. Georges is a man who knows his history and his stories well. From the pictures of the kids to the Manhattan project, from the top of the hill to the other side of the bridge, I think that the BBC documentaries looked like this before television. What a great story teller!

One morning, I was given a private reggae concert. Amazing. It looked so natural to create rhythm like this, with their body , their voice, their flow. At times, my little voice couldn’t help but scream « I am so Lucky ». The next day I went to their concert and got to see them with a different light. Riddim colony:  so fan.

Riddim colony

I would have really liked to stay a few more days in Budapest but time was pushing me out.

Belgrade

This is a test. If the people who lived that story are Reading, I pray that they don’t throw me stones.
The word we had to remember was « forget ».
But I didn’t forget.

I spent 3 days at a friends’ place. They showed me the city. I saw a fort and a river. I can’t really remember. The only thing I remember is the food. Food from morning to night. Sliding from the lunch table to the dinner table. But even those mountains of food didn’t erase that beautiful moment.

All the guests were standing on their way out. It was a Sunday night and it was time to prepare for a new week. Then it stroke us. It started in slow motion. You see the movement but you don’t quite hear what is being said. You just follow the flow. And suddenly comes the full speed again. You are in the living room, dancing with 6 Serbian people in a round. You hear laugh, you see legs bouncing and the voice of a man saying « Forget. Forget » as if we had to forget such a great moment. It is so rare to spontaneously dance and share so much fun with a group of people. At this very moment: happiness was for me to share a crazy moment with others.

When we stopped dancing, we all looked at each other to check if it is ok to have fun. Everybody started to streathen up when it happened again.
It is out in the open now. Silliness is good for your heart.

I am now back in Paris drown in sunshine. It’s been a great trip with great people.