Reunion

The weekend passed by very quickly I daresay...Little did I notice, the week was over, I was on
the subway, rushing the catch the last train home. I love to go to the railway station, because
it means the beginning of a journey...it can be a journey by train..that takes me either home, or
to somewhere far...or it can be a journey on the path of life...a station from which nothing will
be the same again. The arriving trains, the leaving ones, people saying goodbye, and others
joining in a hug to welcome each other fascinate me...but more than that, my mind is overtaken
by the beauty of the tracks...how those 2 metal roads lead into infinity...always by each others'
side, always in the same distance from each other...and yet curving together, going uphills, and
downhills...they travel through the same scenery…they pass by the same fields, they meander
next to the same rivers…as if there was an invisible connection between them…they live their
lives side by side..and never touch…they are given the same circumstances..bridges to cross,
moutains to mount, but even though they need to face the same hardships, and rejoice over the
same sunshine, their experiences and learnings are different…that little little distance between
them..counts.

After sorting these thoughts in my mind, I captured the loudspeaker announcing from which
track my lovely train is going to depart, so I headed towards that track, and tried to reach the first
carriage of the train before the crowd of people invaded my steal snake…

The journey, this time home was spent by watching outside the window, until the sun set, and
then I took my book and was reading. As I had a thrilling book, I did not seem to notice the time
passing by, I only assumed that we are near my village, as I looked around, and again…I was the
only person left in the carriage…At home I was awaited by a marvelous meal (French potatoes,
and a very delicious Goulash soup) of which I could hardly eat, as it was rather late in the night
already.

The next morning greeted me early, I wished the snuggle a bit more underneath the
heavy blanket, which in my imagination was made of thick fur..mmm…so warm, so
protecting..but…hejjj….mother came to my bed and warned me, that the sun is up, I need not to
be lazy, especially as we planned to go to the market that day. I opened my eyes, and caught the
glimpse of the beaming sunrays landing on our terrace, and also did not miss to realize the little
waterdrops appearing towards the bottom part of the window. So the autumn is here…truly…the
cool night wrapped the whole village, the fields and mountains into a milky moisture blanket. I
got out of bed, and my first steps lead out of the house, where my prior hypothesis was verified,
truly, the fresh but cold air cut under my pajama, and I felt the goose bumps spreading all over
my body starting from shoulders, down to my feet, and arms. I took a deep breath, and hurried
back inside.

The market was just awesome! Many people, from all over..Slovakia, Ukraine, Romania..and
of course Hungarians. I really enjoy being a part of that colourful multitude of people. It is
unlike the crowd in the city…there are farmers, who honestly tell you whether their product is
good for winter storage, or we should buy less now, and come back a month from now, as that
product then will be more suitable for storing purposes. There are the Romanians, who at first
do not wish to lower the price, but then run after you and offer you the shoes, clothes for less

than the half of the original price. I always view the market as a marry company, where interests
meet..selling and buying…but not like in the malls…where the goods are displayed, and you
do not even need to talk to anybody if you wish to buy something….nope… on the market, it is
different….there’s more interaction..a bit of history..some good advices, and smiles..that is what
makes it more human…the vegetables are fresh, grown by the people who sell it…if you lean
close enough, you may even smell the soil on them…

We spent about 8 hours discovering all the secret places of this labyrinth, savouring its tastes,
coming from exotic places, only to be melted together in this special pot, ripening together,
forming something new…something special, something unique. In the afternoon, we got home,
tired after so much tasting :) and hungry, after so much adventure, and urge of searching through
every corner of this vast enchanted castle. We packed the car out, and hurriedly started to
prepare for an evening barbecue. I chose to roast a big chunk of bacon for my dad, and then
a nice piece of sausage for myself. These days, the evening arrives early...he runs faster and
faster every day, to bring us the piece and calmness of the night. We hardly started to make the
fire, it became the only source of light, drawing interesting figures on our faces as if mocking
us. While sitting there, I could feel the chilly air searching for little wholes on my shirt, below
the buttons, where it could put its hand underneath, only to be able to touch my body. Time to
time it gave me a shiver, and I moved closer to the fire. Its flames enchanted me, the burning
wood singed a melody, only the attentive ear could hear. It was the symphony of the “end” as it
first tried to escape the hungry flame tongues, but then the screams grew more silent, and were
exchanged by the sound of mourning, squeaking, pleading… We were sitting there for a long
time, waited upon the sleepy moon, who decided to wake up later than usual, then millions of
diamonds have been thrown on the velvety blanket of the night, and we started to collect the
empty glasses, roasts, and plates…it was time for relaxing.

The next day held a surprise for me. This summer I did not have the chance to swim in the river
near our house. I regretted it, and felt sad about the missed opportunity. I even thought, fine…if
it has to be so…I will skip my merry reunion with the river this year, though deep down I felt it
is not a good idea, as we both need this special exchange of energy. For my pleasure, this
Sunday was a warm one..and I knew I cannot miss my chance thrown in front of my feet. I
asked my dad to accompany me, and took my dog, who needed a swim badly as well. This
summer it seemed like the riverbank was left alone to the wilderness. There was no path down, I
had to make one…which resulted in many little cuts on my legs…but! I was the jungle fighter,
and my dream had to be fulfilled. Finally, after an hour worth of wrestling with the wild weeds,
we arrived to the riverbank. There the sight was captivating…calmly flowing, dark green body
of water…undisturbed surface…the smell of rawness delivered to our nostrils by a vigilant
young breeze. I stood there, mesmerized, and started to get rid of my clothes…the river was
calling me, desiring me..and I could feel the excitement in my cells, on my skin..I made a few
steps into the water, and felt its vibration, its cool soothing…I was lost…I swam, I splashed, I
flipped, I melted into the water..we became one…I had no body any more..I was the river, and
the river was me…its pureness, its power, its freshness overwhelmed me…I was…where I
belonged…a sudden stream of joy spread across me…I could not stop laughing…I finally
understood, that there are certain connections in us…certain deeds…certain rituals..we must
do…because these are a part of us..these deeds and connections help us finding the way back to
who we are…to our inner self…our soul…these connections help us shake off the chains of expectations, fate, and fears…and so…we become free. I smelled the water, I kissed it, I inhaled
it even…I wanted to store the view, the feeling, the mood, everything in my heart…to reinforce
that…on that evening I did not take a shower…I wanted to carry the touch and scent of the river
on my body…to keep me connected…even in the middle of the city..where I needed to return
with the evening train…