I love my city.
It is an amazing cultural and social cavalcade. It is neither too big, nor too small, it is neither in the center of all the attentions, but yet appreciated by the connoisseurs. It is a place where beautiful historical features are mixed with nightlife hot-spots, where you can shout and jump at one of the biggest music festivals of the region or practise modern dance, go to the weirdest contemporary art performance, stand in a 2-hour line to see Klimt’s canvases, or attend a lecture of the Dalai Lama.
I never thought about what Budapest was missing.
But now I know:
you
Budapest is missing all of your 45 faces and names and cultures and smiles and tears and laughs and dances and colours and dreams and love-hearts.
You all went home to recover from the past very intense months, and Budapest has never been so empty. But I am full with you.
Thank you!
























