Bregenz – Hafenfest 2015

Andelsbuch

Vácrátót

the month of May was come

Oh, well. I totally saw this coming: the month without books. I dutifully read my two sentences every morning at 5.50 am, before closing my eyes in the hope of gaining 20 more minutes before having to get off the bus and face my job the world outside but my heroic efforts clearly weren’t enough. Next time. Or not. Whatever.

Here are some May photos instead of my usual unimaginative documentation of book titles. Because looking at poppies feels good.

Budapest – Easter Monday in monochrome

a matter of concentration

because you asked about the line between prose and poetry

Budapest

Wien – Stephanskirche

A frustrating afternoon-trip to Vienna, where I didn’t succeed in getting anything done except these two photos.

Budapest

Budapest

wandering lonely as a cloud

like a bridge over troubled water

excuse me while I kiss the sky

never give all the heart

in time of all sweet things

did I create that sky?

The view from my kitchen window.

afoot and light-hearted, I take to the open road

Venice – Lido beach at dusk

midwinter spring is its own reason

my favourite waste of time

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I started the day at my father’s hospital, asking doctors rhetorical questions like where do you think we are, in the film The Cuckoo’s Nest?*; continued running amok to catch my train, travelled six hours back to Salzburg and arrived with an only 30 minutes delay to my twelve-hours-long night-shift. This is my personally developed guide on how to live on 24 hours a day.

* no, it’s not a psychiatry ward for ordinary criminals but it could easily be mistaken for it if it comes to the attitude of the personal. Their main policy is: your patient is your enemy. My relationship with them is now the following: I hate them and they hate me. I spent the last 10 days with throwing tantrums daily and accusing nurses and doctors with dilettantism and murder. None of them will ever know that I’m a genuinely nice person who was brought up to be polite and forthcoming even with her own killers.

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Evening (well, afternoon) sky.

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Morning sky, as seen from my garden door before leaving for work.

the colours of November

Yellow!

Brown!

Green!

Blue!

White!

Lilac!

Silver!

Red!

More red!

Rainbow!

as summer into autumn slips

Liechtensteinklamm – random photos in monochrome

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Taking a break and having some fresh air.

on the road

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A patient of mine told me I’m like a mother*. Well, during the past eight years I earned my living mainly with babysitting toddlers and teaching six-years old children playing Christmas songs on the recorder. It’s quite easy to put on some maternal style if you have years weeks passing by without talking to anybody older than average kindergarten kids, I guess.

* let’s hope she had a decent relationship with her mother and didn’t mean it in the wrong way, haha.