LETTER TO A MAILING LIST

(Memories from Budapest, Summer 2001)

Subject: I MISS...

Fuck.

Life is ok here in Barcelona: I have blinds in the windows, I have spanish food, I have my old folks and my family and I still have some holidays, but (I don't know why) I miss something from that strange place called Hungary.

I think I miss the Danube, the bridges over the Danube and the lights of Budapest reflecting on the Danube.

I miss the Balaton: the mud, the water (or soup or piss or whatever it was), the sand, and the girls in bikini.

I miss the castles, the big big churches, the palaces, the parlament and the psychedelic rooms of the youth hostel in Budapest (the room of my Spanish neighbours was especially great).

I miss the "mazipan" museum, the Csobary (or however you write it) Gallery, the Heroes Square, and the Bacci Ut.

I miss Pècs and his locks and his forest full of wood.

I miss drinking next to the river, drinking next to the lake and trying to do serious wine-tasting in the celler (and the mosquitos doing blood tasting later, and eating me alive).

I miss the foam (beers foam specially), the hungarian wine and even the palinka a little bit... and of course the ouzo and some other undrinkable typical drinks that destroyed my brain that forgetable European Drinking Night.

I don't use to like cooking and peeling potatoes and onions, but the cooking night was quite cool also.

And I really miss drinking wine on the top of the hill, near the statue of liberty, the biggest bottle-opener in Hungary, and the sexy massages...

I miss walking 50 hours every day (at least).

I miss the Olimpic Games (pussy! pussy! pussy!), the strange games (the first one of the questions in the train was a nice beggining), and the kissing games (and the thing with the coin was quite sexy, too).

I miss Anita sitting on my legs in the bus (fucking trousers), Yulia doing me head-massage, and Masha sharing with me her romantic tape with Spanish songs that i had never heard before.

I miss losing at billiard against Hanka (allways the fucking black ball!!), losing at chess against Gerg (I still don't belive it), losing at table-tennis against everybody, and winning at mills against Dafni (yeah! she was allways my favourite!).

I miss open-air discos and looking for native girls with my teacher and brother "Shark Eyes" Kostas.

I miss eating typical hungarian dishes cooked by pretty hungarian girls like Lori and Anita.

I miss trying to eat while running to get a train under the rain, and I miss trying to eat bread with fat and onions for breakfast (uf! if you begin your day with this, you can finish it easily with palinka).

I miss barbacue with no real meat but with nice fire and beautiful songs and "stand-up comedy".

And I miss the stolen hungarian flag and the new hungarian traditions like kissing after the fireworks.

I miss singing "The lion sleeps tonight" or "Bohemian Rapsody" in the train, tram or bus (after that, my CD of Queen's greatests sounds still cool, but the voice of Fredie Mercury sounds amateur compared with Bojan's carisma).

I miss getting lost with Britta coming back from Disco Easy (I also got lost in Budapest with Kostas... and it was quite interesting too, but less romantic).

I miss Gorgu's advices about girls (words of wisdom, man, words of wisdom), and Paskalis helping me to find the room I was looking for (thanks God...).

I miss Turkish jokes about clever children and anal relationships, Greek jokes about relition and Miran's jokes about police and girls with soap in the hole. And the easy thinking games after the wine tasting!

I miss Pècs' police trying to play the city rally with us (what the fuck did they want? they didn't like my underwear?), and dancing Macarena to collect some money and getting kisses ("pussycats"??!!) from strangers.

I miss Hungarian girls, I miss Liesbeth's toothpaste, Sandra's laughts, Genoveva's lovely paranoias about gay participants, Agnieska's smile (fuck! I forgot to kill Jose and kidnap her!), Roser's fashion clothes, and Neli's misterious eyes.

And I miss Polly, who went to Italy too early and came back to Budapest too late.

And I miss gossiping with Dafni and trying to create new gossips without succes.

I miss Republic's "Repül a Bálna...még-még-még-még-még etcetera", I miss Dáridó's bullshit and Thomas histories about long-distance loves; the Greek mafia, the Finnish blondes, the Eastern beauties...

And I miss the Hungarian rain. The last storm was specially fantastic.

And a very long etcetera.

Yeah, I miss all of you (despite i cannot spell most of your names and I hope you forgive all my mistakes and omitions).

Thanks to everybody (specially to the organizers, of course, they did a great job and they can be very proud of it), hope to see you again (maybe in Barcelona?), I will never forget these days (actually, that's why I'm writing all this bullshit, to remind me...).

We spend nice days and we shared so beautiful experiences and many things (actually I think I even shared some fleas with the dirty donkey from the funny touristic farm).

See you

X

PS: After the SU I stayed one more week in Budapest. It wasn't the same, but it was quite cool anyway. A little bit more relaxed but quite interesting:

I visited the Museum of Fine Arts (great), the National Gallery (excellent), the Statue Park (small, IBB), the big church again (and it was still big and amazing)...

And I had the oportunity to see the crazy BUDAPEST PARADE, the biggest Tuti Buli ever, with lots of trucks, noisy music, boungie jumping, drunk people with strange looks and hundreds of girls dancing in underwear or in wet clothes... amazing. There were so many people that it took me 45 minutes to arrive from the metro train to the street!

I also went with a boat to do a cruise in the Danube, until the place where the mineral water come from, and there was a mountain with another palace and a very old castle with a very touristic museum of torture's stuff.

It was great... I wanna come back!!

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