Posts tagged ‘flat’

July 1, 2013

things that make me happy

by ada

1. This tote bag I bought at the Mozart museum. While it promotes the idea of the consumer society which I don’t exactly cultivate, it is so like Mozart, with his love of red robes and all, really.

Mozart bag

2. Reading this book. It’s really promising.  I’m on page 21 yet, and the protagonist of the novel has already made his point about his deep hate of 1) Jews 2) German people 3) French people 4) Italian people 5) clergy in general 6) Jesuits in particular 7) women, totally clear. I’m thrilled to find out whom else he plans to hate on the following 489 pages.


3. Living in this house.

my house

4. The absence of fire alarm in my kitchen. Having an extraordinarily sensitive fire alarm in my previous apartment made my life really difficult there. After my epic first meeting with the firemen and the police, who made their visit at my flat while I was peacefully baking some flourless cookies and dancing to Disko Partizani in my pajamas (the perfect example of the half-witted pyromaniac immigrant with a  shitty taste of music, whose existence alone manages to ruin the morals of Holy Motherland of Austria), I ended up eating almost exclusively raw food most of the time.

fire alarm

5. Kitchen windowsill herbs. I’m not a plant person (my mother has somehow forgotten to pass her gardening genes on to me), so I hope they will survive.

windowsill herbs

6. Homemade elderflower cordial with (windowsill) lemongrass, my first experiment with food preserving. It tastes pretty much like plain water. My carreer chances as a celebrity cook aren’t that high, I guess.

elderflower cordial 2

7. More elderflower for a new (hopefully better) try.


May 20, 2013

that’s what I love about Sunday

by ada

Sleeping in till 8 o’clock (instead of having to crawl out of bed at 5.30 am, as usual) and having a lazy and comfortable breakfast.


Meeting a friend in the Altstadt.

Salzburg Kaipromenade Salzachgalerien

Visiting the craft fair Salzachgalerien.


Spending some time in silence.


Coffee with homemade chocolate.


Letter trains for Milo and Móricka, bought at the craft fair.

name trains

Spending the afternoon with eliminating moving boxes to make this new flat full of furniture and colours I don’t like, a bit more comfortable.


Doing the laundry (I love to do the laundry).


Organic, grass-fed pastrami, lamb bone broth and pineapples for dinner.


Going to bed with a book, knowing that tomorrow I can sleep as long as I want.


May 9, 2013

news from somewhere: on settling

by ada

That’s all the earthly goods I own (okay, I also have about 2000 more volumes of books stored at home in Budapest). Isn’t that much of property, is it? Well, it was a real pain to move all of it into the car-free zone of the Altstadt and I’m now convinced that I’m in the immediate need of some deep self-reflection, because I obviously have Serious Problems. Why on Earth, for example, do I own six pairs of blue jeans, why, why? I wear only one of them, always the same because  the other five don’t even fit (they never did. Why did I bought them on the first place? Am I insane?) Why did I collect eleven pieces of shirts that all give me that inappropriate looks of bursting breast buttons you can read about in cheap erotic novels? Why, why can’t I accept the fact that with a bra size of 75D the only clothes I should go with are burqas or glitter tops, depending on the situation? And why do I buy books in such raving attacks? I don’t even read anymore.

The truth is, I’m so tired of moving. I’m doing it since more than ten years. I want a constant life, a place which is mine, where painting the walls and putting pictures on them isn’t forbidden, where I can have my own furniture after my own taste instead of that of my landlord, where I have the place to display all my 2000 volumes of books in alphabetic order (even if I don’t read them anymore) and where nobody has the right to bother me with stupid problems like why did I put my name-plate on the right side of my post box instead of putting it on the left side of my post box. I want a lonesome island. I want to own that lonesome island.


September 9, 2012


by ada

Curtains I got from one of my coworkers. A bit of a dull theme, but the other option for today’s photo would be the ultrasound picture of my left kidney, and, even if I’m sharing my whole life with The Whole World through this tiny real-life blog, I still do have some sense of privacy. I spare you the sight of my inner organs.

September 9, 2012


by ada

My flat is still in a state of terrifying chaos – I have no time to die, as we say it in Hungarian.


August 24, 2012


by ada

Good-bye to my former apartment. Is it only me who thinks that this house has a real Hitchcockian atmosphere?

August 24, 2012


by ada

I planned to finish moving in today, but I got a call in the morning and went to work instead. So that’s how my apartment still looks like.

August 24, 2012


by ada

My new service accommodation, right under the geriatric ward. My life quality improves so rapidly that I don’t even try to keep up with the changes anymore, haha.

July 5, 2012


by ada

I’m trying really hard not to buy books because I know just too well how complicated moving becomes through having tons of them, and I’m moving quite frequently. I still have things stored in Graz and in Holland. Of course if you do have enough money it’s just fine (everything is fine if you do have enough money, haha) but if you don’t, it ends up being a serious issue. But not buying books is somewhat difficult for me, so I’m really proud of myself, because that’s all my library gained in two months. It could be much worse.

The mirror shows the delicate taste of my landlord. I hate it with my very heart.

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