Its summerr...
Yesterday I walked down the stairs, bike on shoulder, and at the bottom of the staircase had to wait and navigate. The three kids from one of the families on the middle-ground floor, Roma I think, were playing there. Running the four steps from one end to another, and then back to try to jump /scramble onto the windowsill where all the promo leaflets are laid. The bigger two succeeded, the third one kept having to be pulled up. They were cute and smiling.
My colleague Cs called not to come to work in the afternoon (I work mornings at home) because the office was closing at 1 because of Good Friday. So instead we met up in a kavezo, had lunch on a boulevard-side restaurant terrace, and strolled down to Erzsebet Square where there is this kind of square pond that doubles as see-through roof for the club underneath. In summer people sit on the edges, feet in the water. There's, like, cascading pavements (dont know how to say it) around, so now everyone was just kinda sunbathing there. We laid down too and enjoyed the sun.
In the evening I went to the movies with my friend "Susannah". On our way to a pub beforehand, on Jokai Square, where a new little mini-park-like thingie is in place which now every Friday and Saturday is full of teens hanging out who dont have enough money to drink in a pub, we passed by a parked car.
Fancy car, a brand new Jaguar. Inside two twenty-somethings, very satisfied with themselves, with the radio blasting .. opera music. Pavarotti or the kind. Susannah shook her head disapprovingly, I grinned widely.
After the movie, before we went to the police station to report the theft of my laptop in the pub (but thats not for the WMYST thread), we noticed that all the billboard ads around Oktogon had been pirated. Very simply - plain "speech balloon"-sized stickers had been placed to appear to come from the mouths of the respective models, cartoon characters etc. The big- and barebreasted lady on the giant magazine ad on the side of the newspaper kiosk, the featured TV star on the poster for the gossip magazine, the man in the aftershave ad, all of 'em - saying "This is nonsense". Postmodern anarchists at work.
(It actually works too - today, I passed a poster about a new lottery - havent bought a lottery ticket in five years, bar for the new years drawings, but considering the circumstances I was just thinking, oh well - and then I saw one of the drawn figures advertising the lottery saying "This is nonsense". I immediately grinned and felt released.
Oh, and talking with Anastasia at length on the phone last night, that too <smiles>
) I'm feeling a bit better. (But I'm still missing the Swiss fudge from Van Otis Chocolates!)
