I was asked to play teh part of a preist in a friend’s Graduate Thesis Reading (MFA in writing). He wanted it to be my version on the theme. The Cross is grandpa’s. I made the collar and book cover. Notice the words on my book. (I thought I was pretty clever….say it aloud)
My system fell apart today. My bowels have been having an (aggressive) identity crises. I took some medicine and have been in bed all day. Stomach in knots, huddled in a ball under my blanket trying to sleep.
Not sure if it was late night falafel, or an expired protein bar, or the tap water.
But my body has staged a rebellion for my final day in Budapest.
Luckily, I had everything I had to do completed. Just missed out on some shopping and time with friends (and basic comfort).
Iâ€™m really hoping this is through me before I start my 18 hours of flying tomorrow. Iâ€™ll pray for an aisle seat.
Several people from the US warned me to be careful yesterday.
And after the encounter with some neo-nazis, it was a fair sentiment.
But I went on a walk by myself yesterday late afternoon, anyway.
I started to notice more and more stares that were without a hint of smile.
Occasionally I heard laughing and comments in Hungarian that felt like taunts.
I actually started to feel like the world was unfriendly.
So I got away form the crowds, sat down on a park bench that overlooked the Danube, and enjoyed the sunsetâ€™s colors as they began to gather on the horizon.
It was stunning as the colors, clouds, and century old building tops began their slow sunset performance.
I took out my video camera and began to record myself speaking about the beauty, and the lack of love I was feeling.
Then an older Swedish man sat down next to me and struck up a deep conversation with me.
He told me about his family, his business, and his familyâ€™s path to Sweden as â€œfacilitatedâ€ by the Nazis and a heroic Swedish ambassador.
He was a talker…but it was cool. He seemed unphased and uninterested in my visual “oddness.” After my jeer-speckled walk, it was a nice break.
More than a break, it was if he was sent as an angel to quell my doubt.
When my faith in humanity waveredâ€¦within moments â€œSam from Swedenâ€ arrived to remind me that the world would rather hug me than hurt me.
The universe can be downright poetic sometimes.