The Danube

Twenty-third note

The Theatre Ensemble of Sepsiszentgyörgy is here in Budapest. They perform 4 or 5 times different plays, the Yvonne aswell, which I have followed the rehearsals of. Yesterday we watched with Bence a solo performance of a young actress, which I have heard about from her, but haven't seen, because she did'nt play it during the two months, while I was there.
She was the only actor, who was there from the ensemble yesterday, but I met with some of the crew: one of the stage manager womans, who's laughter is strong like a lion's roar; Olga, an always smily tire-woman, who introduced herself to me like this: "I'm Olga from the county..."; a property woman; some technicians and stage hands. It was so much pleisure to see and meet with them, to hear their usual (and actually very lousy) signal at the begining of the show, asking you the switch off your mobile.
I am looking forward so much to see how far did they get with the Yvonne since the premier, when I last seen it, and meet them. They are going to play it tonight in the studio of National Theatre.
They told me they are going to renew one of the plays, which tehy used to play a few years ago, and which were famous about, happy to hear, that I can see a version of The Miracle (A csoda - it is an adaption of Tamási Áron plays, who is a Transylvanian playwright and the nominal of their theatre.) Maybe we could visit the town after our summer workshop, what do you think? I definatly one to go and see, but to go with you to Taize is maybe more tempting.
Wednesday we are going with Zsófi and another girl to Pennabilli, a small village in Italy for a street theatre performance. Just a few days, on next Tuesday we are returning already. Hich-hiking again. But this time not alone. God bless.

Nineteenth note

Back in Budapest, an intermission in the rehearsals in Transylvania. I am reading Ödön von Horváth plays. Greatly written bitter dialogues, which slowly build up a story. People, who are struggleing, and keep making wounds on each other. This is the way they are only able to interact with each other, this is how they are able to express their pain. He was half Czech, half Hungarian originated, and he lived in Vienna, Austria, and wrote in German.
One track on the CD of Magnus's band (the Blood Sweat Drum 'n' Bass Big Band) perfectly matched to one of his plays; Kasimir and Karoline, a story about a young couple, who splits up. If I would make a performance or a film out of this play, I would definitely use this music.

And a cruel and fantastic Romanian movie: 4 Months, 3 Weeks & 2 Days. As minimalistic as possible, one camera (sometimes in the hand), no music. All in behalf of telling a story of an illegal abortion in the Romanian dictatorship, in the eighties.

Sixteenth note

I have conculded reading the Travel Book, what you wrote to me. I enjoyed reading it very much, it is amiable feeling to get closer to your time, what you have spent in Nepal, through the imprint of it in small notes, details of your thouhghts and days in the order, how you experienced them.

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When you were here in Budapest the last time, you talked about the similarities between different religions. You mentioned the Way: the Tao aswell.
The qoute, wich stands under the title of this log-book, comes from Tao Te King. It is a part of the 78^th verse, and it is one of my favourite guidelines. This year we have choosen it as the motto of Föld Theatre.

Budapest

Fourth note

I'm wondering a lot, how you feel in Budapest.
You sit a lot in front of my computer. One does this, when he hasn't got better things to do.
In this city I have things to do, I have friends to meet. I have places to visit.
Our knowledge is not equal about the place.
As you mentioned to Attila yesterday; we came back to our lives, what we were living before, and you are on your journey.
You are on your way, to the place where you are going, I would say.
Nevertheless, I wouldn't say I am at home.
Yet.
But I am very happy, that you meet the life, what I was living before going to Denmark. The house where I've been brought up, some of my friends. My parents. My christian groups. The streets, where I've been walking. Alma.