...for all those, who read my blog, get an insight to the hidden, secrety world of my soul...
...greatness and transcendent truly lies in the simplest of things...
This evening (1st of June) after work, and my czech lesson, I gave a call to my friend, to see if she has time for my visit. She answered with a short, but definate "yes" so I headed towards the castle. I took a tram, then changed onto a bus...the weird thing was that noone waited at the stop, and noone in the 15 minutes we stood there, decided to take that bus that evening...I traveled alone..At first I did not realize it, but then I felt this is the sign of a remarkable evening. I got off the bus, and instead of approaching my friend's place, I took a turn to the right, and walked to the old wall that used to protect the castle from its enemies, long ago. There I stood, on the hill, absorbing the mighty view I had over the city. The sunset had the colours of the fire, as if the soldiers of the sky prepared it, while they gathered around it, to roast their supper, and receive energy before their last and most important battle tomorrow. I watched the sun descend, giving its place to his mysterious sister, the moon.
Then I headed to my friend's flat, where she waited for me with homemade cookies, and a glass of good wine. We sat down on her terrace and talked for hours in the candlelight. Time to time I noticed the reflection of the glittering light on the window, followed by a deep murmur coming from above. We both expected the storm to arrive soon, so I decided to leave in the hope of getting home before the blessing started to pour down on Budapest tonight. I wished I did not have to leave..I wished I could be at home, cozily nestled in my bed, in the protecting embrace of my home, from where I love to witness the heavenly battle. But my fate was different tonight. I had to go, I had to melt into the unknown, I had to walk a path I didn't have taste to.
I stepped out, to the street, and in the same moment, I entered a new world. I entered a place, a time where everything seemed to be new to me. The colours so vivid and multiple during the daytime disappeared, everything dressed in the tone of yellow, black and brown. The light of the streetlamps took over the role of the protagonist, it was a question of her grace, whether something became visible, or stayed outkast in the shadows forever. I set off, looking for a single sign of life, but found noone. The streets were empty, no soul was out there tonight, no cars passed by. I heard my steps echoing, as I walked amongst the ancient buildings. They seemed to have grown, and took an unidentifiable form..as if their borders and structure was not defined anymore..they lost their rigidity and changed shapes to the command of an unknown God. I twinkling light was shivering in the church along the way. The wind started to blow stronger and stronger, and soon all noises were overridden by the sound of raindrops, as they danced rapidly and joyfully on the leaves of the trees. First they moved obiding a slower rhytm, but the clouds above hit the drums faster, and it all resulted in an everlasting ecstacy...I started to rush, but the magic of the rain made me numb, my feet did not want to hear my pleading, and I had no chance to convince my fingers to open my umbrella. The little raindrops hastily made their ways towards me and were happy to fill their destiny by being soaked into my light little cotton shirt, and thin pants. I looked up, then around and found noone to share my vision with...
After letting the rain embrace me, whirl me, toss me, take me into the vortex, I took some strength and walked on. The streets were silent, still and dark. I felt a thousand pair of eyes looking at me, following my every step. The only light that helped me see the path was the periodical sparkling of the lightning. I meandered in the mystic world of shadows cast by the young leaves of ancient trees along the road. As I reached the tram stop, this peculiar world I was granted an entrance to, started to draw back, giving in to the luminosity of the billboards, and giant advertisements. I wished to stay, I didn't want the spell to be broken, I wanted to dwell deeper, I wanted to let the rain purify my, nurture me and take me away. But logic is a powerful lord...my last tram home was about to leave in 5 minutes...I had to tear myself apart from the magic world, and catch it....
