We’ve begun anew. Reborn I say, having gone straight through the Hungarian birthing canal, all slippery and wet, warm and slimy at times. What a rebirthing it has been. We call it the Hungarian silence, the deep night of soundless … Continue reading
There is too much said for the talking cure and not enough thought for the silence cure, the non-word therapy of silence. The non-word rebirth. Everyone should go to Hungary for a rebirth, a slippery slide through the bathing birth … Continue reading
The sky is lightening a bit. I hear the water outside. The visit has been quite good. We’ve done something different and new everyday. Lets talk backwards. Yesterday – Thursday, was Badascony. Wednesday czerda. Tuesday kidd was Hevis. Monday was … Continue reading
Stereo beach Tomaj. Surreal. Now speaking fluent Hungarian. Vislat.
We visited Hevis yesterday. Crazy exotic. All these Hungarians floating around in hot, dirty, lily pad water. Straight up from the center of the Earth they say. It’s heat from the Earth’s magma pushing up to the surface. Some type … Continue reading
Beach, everything – very exotic. Everyone Hungarian. Understand nothing. Very cheap. Quite nice. Settling into exotic life, though the food is terrible. Cure de charcuterie – a lunchean meat cure. And no bike.