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.

The Daughter of the Turkey-herd Woman - first part

We are making a performance of a Transylvanian Gipsy folk tale with the ensemble of Föld Theatre. The title is Wise of the World. To collect material to our performance I am reading other Gipsy stories, they are amazingly beatiful.
There is one, with an enthralling description of a love relationship which goes through on abundance of tribulations.
The Daughter of the Turkey-herd Woman
There was once a very wealthy king and a queen, who had no child. So they had take on someone to take care of their poultry. They employed a turkey-herd woman. After several years she became pregnant, and at the same time the queen became pregnant aswell. They have given birth to their babies on the same day. Both babies, the daughter of the turkey-herd woman and son of the king and queen were beatifully shining, and the entire white world (= the world where humans live) was shining from their beauty, when the parents were holding up them, to show them to the sun.
When they became six , and they had to go to school, the king has decided, that since the girl has born in the court, so it is his duty to pay her education, they will go to the same school.
They went to school each morning together, hand in hand, and the young prince thought that the girl is his sister.
Once, when they were fourteen years old their classmates told to the boy: "This girls is not your sister, she is the daughter of the turkey-herd woman, and you are the son of the king.
The boy didn't want to beleive, what they were saying, he went home, and asked his dad, if the girl was his sister or not. The king told him the truth.
The boy mused on what he had heard. And he decided, if the girl is not his sister, she will be her wife. And on the next day, when they were coming home from the school he nipped the girl, and another day he stroked her. The girl didn't counter the approaching of the boy. They matched to each other more and more, so much that in secret they started to make love to each other.
But one day the king has noticed from his window what the youngsters are doing, he called for his wife.
"Don't you notice something on these two kids"
"Not at all, they're playing, and going to school together."
"Mind, what I'm saying to you; some day we are going the have a big scandal, that God gave a child to this girl."
So the queen ambushed them again, and when she realized, that they are kissing and petting each other; she deliberated with her husband over what shall they do. They can not permit their son to marry a girl with a poor background. They decided that when the prince will finnish the elementary school, they will send him to study in Germany, so he forgets the girl.
The prince obeyed his parents will. They made him a passport, and escorted him to the trainstation.
The boy was not even on half way of the journey, when he took his golden pen, and started to write a letter on paper, white as the snow. My true love, thanks for God, I'm fine. I'm here and here. I love you very much."
But it was the king, who found the envelope on the gate-post. He became angry and burned it in the fireplace. And when the boy has arrived to the school, his first thought was the girl, so he wrote to her again. But the king received it again.

Eighth note

We have been yesterday in Rudas Bath. I had the idea that we celebrate the anniversary of Föld Theatre there, telling poems in the basin. But only Bastian and Zsófi came. Zsófi is a new girl in the ensemble, who came to the theatre to learn about theatre-making, dramaturgy, and I hope that she will be some kind of assistant by me. Others had other programs, or found it too expensive maybe. I was a littlebit sad and disappointed. Anyway it's a great place! I regret very much, that we havn't been there with you. We need to go there, when you come the next time.