Red at night

On the bus

Honesty without thought, truth without a wink,
Creation of the purest form,
of nature, forever, yet on the brink,
on life's blank canvass or the fogged up window on a bus,
with lifes own breath in the afternoon rush,
Innocent faces disapear as they drip,
to the sea with the rest, and the water of thick

Égtájak Iroda: Vendégségben Budapesten

Listening: Vad Fruttik - Fénystopposok



15. Határon túli magyar találkozó Budapesten.

I wanted to keep a diary, but it was the most fast pased, the most exciting and probably the best 10 days of my trip.

However, I documented the 10 days fairly well with my camera, which I brought with me everywhere.

Basically it was a 10 day, completely free, program for Hungarian Youths living outside the borders of Hungary. There were close to 800 of us, and over the 10 days we got to meet Hungarians from almost every country in the world, each speaking Hungarian with different accents, based on which country they came from.

I heard about this program from a friend of mine who works at the Hungarian Radio in Melbourne. He told me to keep a diary and that he would film a multi-part documentary about my trip once I come home. But as I mentioned before, I didnt get around to writing the diary (during the program), so I'm going to attempt, as best as I can, to relive the 10 days, with the help of photos, and document it in this blog.

The link to the website for the organisation that ran the program is below:

Winter

I noticed it had just been snowing, it was so fresh and soft. I had to go take a couple of shots.