It’s been quite a hazy week in Budapest..the first week I didn’t get to the banks of the Danube…that stinks. Because of that..somethin’s definetly wrong. Just because of that.

The day I arrived I promised myself I’ll go by the Danube almost daily. It calms me down, makes me remember who I am, why I am here, makes me think of home and possibilities.

Mankind would be ruined without hope. We would walk narrow paths in a dark cellar….and all this without hope of seeing light at the end of them. There’s lots of light by the river, especially at night; and mostly happy people there, all the people that enjoy their daily piece of peace of mind. …

Uuuuuuh…someday! Someday…when I’ll be a sexy bitch plus a big shot, I’ll walk by there on high heels and in terribly expensive clothes of wool and velvet. I’ll have a red scarf and wear Dior mascara. I’ll take a long glance at the palace and think of all the happy days of my life..that are still to come. I’ll hail carelessly for a cab (no Mercedez in this picture) and go to that expensive restaurant on Vaci utca, the one  my father took me to the first time I was here. I’m gonna’ meet a terribly fancy guy who dosen’t know yet how I look in jeans. I’m gonna have fish and champagne,….get a little dizzy. Then I’ll walk the way to the Four Seasons hotel..just to enjoy a little bit the night breeze. I’m gonna’ get a short, elegant good-night kiss, then walk in and ask for my key. I’m gonna’ flirt 30 sec with the guy at the reception, then head for the elevator. I’ll have a plane ticket for the next day with a worldly destination. And..ofcourse,.i’ll look perfect in the morning!

This will be all about the city I will have spent my university year(s) in…

Special mention for my Hungarian boyfriend: The fancy guy in the picture is not u, nor the fancy kiss…so no prospective worries. I was talkin generally…actually i figured him with short hair and Armani suit! So..if u wana walk with me by the Danube that’s nice and thoughtful..but..that won’t fulfill this particular fantasy..