- Driving back from the East, the setting sun - all day, there'd been the most georgeous play of blond & pink light from in between snowskies in the view from my aunt's farmhouse - but when we drove back the sun had turned into this huge, even-coloured darkred disc in the sky - like a technicolour moon.
- Walking through the city of A. (I'd asked to be dropped off there cause I didnt feel like going home yet, not to my room) - cities in the east of the country remind me of my school days, they've got this eighties quality - and just when I was realising that, I passed by a sitting man playing a beautiful Russian tune on his accordeon. And just when I passed him, so did three other men, middle-aged, gesticulating and discussing, and they seemed old-world, too: one had a huge moustache that curled up in symmetrical crescents. They were Russian, too.
- I made myself smile, too, in A. - my lacking grasp of timespans. I'm not often there - once every few years, perhaps. But I have this knack of walking around places to find back the cafes I'd liked, and remember why I liked them. And so I went looking for this place that had delicious apple pie, and on my way looked out for that folksy other cafe that so cutely shaped up into a rounded triangle in between two branching streets.
I found the latter, first - it still looked the same. I found the former, too, and was slightly disappointed. It looks a bit run-down! Or have my standards changed? Why, it's only ... eh, when was it that I went here and felt so good? There was this festival of Slovak film in the FilmHouse across the street, and I came here two or three times ... Why, that was just in ... '94. <ahem>. Ten years ago.
Fer chrissakes, nimh - what were you thinking?! Ten years on and you still remember a cup of tea and a piece of apple pie? And you expect everything to still be the same - a cafe, of all things, which have as many lives as cats? Deflated, I sat down. And hesitantly asked if they had apple pie. They did. It was delicious ;-)
