Archive for January, 2012

January 31, 2012

365/31

by ada

Another visit at our Health Center. Every time I need to go there, I come out with the strong opinion that I’m the only person in the world who still has some ideas about good manners. I do not really understand why do all Hungarian doctors feel this urgent need to be rude. Maybe they are taught to be rude at medical school? The more rude you are the more study points you get? If you call your patients shit you can pass your exams without having any adequate medical knowledge? I really can’t find any other credible explanation for this hilarious phenomen called Hungarian Health Care System And Its Almighty Coworkers.

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January 30, 2012

Budapest, Vár – doors and windows

by ada

January 30, 2012

Budapest, Vár

by ada

After my interview today I took a walk in Várnegyed, the historical castle district of Buda.

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January 30, 2012

365/30

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Today I had an interview for a hospital job in Austria. Since I worked as a part time nurse during my studies and my German is way better than my English, my application was accepted. If everything goes well, I will move back to Austria soon. With this job I will be able to save up some money for later so that I could go back to Holland to finish my studies. I’m sort of happy about it. These last four months of doing nothing and feeling sad made me really hate myself. But that’s how life works when your biochemie is out of order. My previous “bad period” lasted almost two years. This time I only lost four months of my life. I am kind of positive now, for the first time after long months of constant suffering from some unidentified sorrows of my disfunctional brain.

January 29, 2012

365/29

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A Gipsy violinist, playing Hatikvah at the corner of a shopping center. I made a lot of music on the streets to earn my living during the summer holidays, but it’s -3°C cold now. It’s a hard fate to be a musician. You give your youth for practising, you work hard and learn a lot, and when you finish your studies you have to find out that, in fact, nobody needs your knowledge and talent. It is so sad. I sometimes wish I knew this before.

P.S.: I had his permission for taking the photo but I didn’t asked him about putting it on the internet, so you have to be happy with only his left hand and his violin.

January 28, 2012

365/28

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The Cat, hunting down some cars on the street. She clearly thinks that she is wild and dangerous. In fact, she is sixteen years old and completely senile. Poor old sweetie.

 

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January 27, 2012

365/27

by ada

Today I had an encountering with the famous Hungarian Health System. In our country this expression is exactly as real as the Ghost Of Communism. They have the same metaphorical meaning. If you want to experience some unexplained hate or unnecessary brutality directed to you without any reason but with a lot of enthusiasm, just go and look for some Hungarian doctors and tell them that you are sick. You will immediately learn that Hungarian doctors have some very important tasks to perform during their worktime, but healing sick people is definitely not one of them. Go home and die alone, it’s nicer.

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January 26, 2012

365/26

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Roger Scruton‘s lecture on Music, Meaning and Morality at Central European University. I always try very hard not to be overly critical with non-musicians speaking about music; I think they should be appreciated if they have enough courage to set their foot on My Own Sacred Territory, The Holy Land Of Music, without having any strong background of knowledge to rely on. But somehow it always turns out the same way. They all speak a lot but they say nothing. Which is maybe not that terrible if you are also a non-musician, because it’s just about opinions then and nothing more. But I do love facts and I do know a lot of them when it comes to music. For me, listening to indefinite statements and foggy ideas based entirely on personal views is really exhausting. I always feel like I wanna cry out loud things like “But it’s not true! As Sebastian Virdung mentioned as early as 1511 in his book Musica getutscht und ausgezogen on page 36 third line fourth word left above…”  Fortunately, I’m a shy girl so I never cry out loud about anything. And – at least most of the time – I’m quite grateful for being shy.

So this lecture made me rather disappointed and a bit sad. But he was nice, though.

January 25, 2012

365/25

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The back door of a military base and prison near to our house. In my childhood we often played on the piece of ground between the blocks of our houses and the walls of the army territory, and felt honored to carry out important missions, such as buying coca cola, for the soldiers on duty. Hungary doesn’t have an obligatory military service since seven years, so this part of the ground is empty now, but the main buildings are still in use. Sometimes we hear the army band practising some festive tunes but I haven’t seen a soldier since my childhood and I think this is perfectly ok. Growing up in a country that has a five-hundred-years-history of losing every war it got involved in, and that still remembers every lost battle with actual pain, I think I became a devoted pacifist.

January 24, 2012

365/24

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Móricka, ready for his first meeting with the outside world. He clearly enjoys everything new and unusual. He was born to be an adventurer.

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January 24, 2012

Budapest, Margitsziget – part 2

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Some more photos from yesterday.

January 23, 2012

Budapest, Margitsziget – part 1

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Some more photos of Margitsziget. As I found out, the only weather my camera seems to like and is willing to cooperate with, is radiant sunshine. Under other circumstances it creates an atmosphere that makes you feel like considering suicide on a rainy day in mid-November. I guess I need to move to the Kalahari Desert to be able to make some decent photos.

January 23, 2012

365/23

by ada

Today I visited Margitsziget, one of the islands of the Danube. Under its trees ninety percent of the Hungarian literature was born. The rest of it was written in Paris, because we always intended to be international, even if we never quite managed it. We Hungarians are proud of our unique language, of our rare quality literature (even if its beauty will never be fully appreciated in the cruel non-Hungarian speaking world), of our wines and of our thousand and one hundred years of – mostly self-generated – suffering. We even build our politics on the remembrance of this everlasting pain of ours. Me personally think it is a big, big mistake.

January 22, 2012

365/22

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Today I took a walk by a lake in our neighborhood, called Feneketlen-tó. I still do have some lingering memories about running endless circles around it during highschool sport lessons; and I still remember on teenage horror stories about Headless Bodies Found In This Very Lake Last Week, being discussed in the dark school dormitory by candlelight. In my recollections the amount of Headless Bodies Found In This Very Lake Last Week is frighteningly large, but I’m somewhat sceptical about my memories being correct. Actually, I even doubt that any of these poor corpuses floating sadly in our lake ever existed.

January 21, 2012

365/21

by ada

Móricka, complaining about being bathed against his very clearly and loud pronounced will or, Just Another Blurry Photo Of A Baby Being Tortured By Its Own Family.

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January 20, 2012

365/20

by ada

Evening prayer at Katakomba. At the age of twenty I was able to beat depression and take the control over my life in my own hands. Maybe I will be able to do it once again.

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January 19, 2012

365/19

by ada

Terribly lame day of doing nothing and feeling bad. Read some doof posts of doof people about depression being an imaginary problem. Gimme a gun I wanna die (uhm… bad joke). Is actually the word doof being used in English or is it just me picking up some Dutch babysitting slang? The highlight of my day was drinking coffee in the kitchen. Even The Cat abandoned me.

January 19, 2012

Budapest, Víziváros

by ada

Some photos of my hometown, Budapest (mainly of our famous bridge, the Lánchíd, designed by an Englishman, Adam Clark). Don’t know why but all of my pictures are so grey and look like after apocalypse. So sad. Budapest is definitely not that happy place, especially in these times, but so deprimating as you would think after looking at my photos, it surely isn’t. I guess, I have a lot to learn about photography or maybe a better camera would do the trick? I really don’t know.

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January 18, 2012

365/18

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We will be friends forever. Photo courtesy of my sister.

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January 17, 2012

365/17

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Waiting in vain for the midday prayer. It didn’t take place, still don’t know why.

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January 16, 2012

365/16

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Another coffee with Ancsangyalka, in another library. I’m experimenting with scaling my pictures, by the way.

January 15, 2012

365/15

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The Cat, waiting for me to greet her after coming home.

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January 14, 2012

365/14

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A walk in Vár, the old castle of Buda, on this bright and frosty day.

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January 13, 2012

365/13

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Random walk in Buda, by the old Turkish bath called “Gül baba türbéje”.

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January 13, 2012

Budapest, Gellérthegy

by ada

I started this blog because my previous photoblog at freeblog was already full (freeblog provides only 150 MB storage place). I wanted to import my old posts from there, but freeblog, as a real Hungarian institution, is proud to be incompatible with everything and everybody else on the world. So from now on I will slowly move here my old posts manually, dated backwards with their original datum.

January 13, 2012

Móricka gets bathed – a story in pictures

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January 12, 2012

365/12

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Afternoon walk on a sunny day on Gellérthegy.

January 11, 2012

365/11

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Evening walk in our neighbourhood in Budapest.

January 10, 2012

365/10

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Móricka needs to change his outfit about ten times a day.

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January 9, 2012

365/9

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Móricka gets the third bath of his life.

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