loveable things you dont know about

Fruzsi got me a birthday present in Bristol: a CD of a charming local indie band called Most Planes Land.
I listened to it, then again, then again, then again, then again... and then I checked the band on the internet and learned that it's almost completely unknown (their bandpage has 214 fans on facebook and around 50 views on their youtube vids)

That made me think about those amazing things which are hidden in this world. Because there must be a lot.
I'll share some I know.

Clown and Bard Hostel, Prague
It's hiding in a cellar, just a few minutes from Prague's city center. A bar and a hostel at the same time, with old furniture, lots and lots of mirrors, a blue haired barman/receptionist, freaking good music and the most fun travellers from every corner of the world.


Gustavo Aimar
He's my very favourite illustrator, but (at least in Hungary) nobody knows his name. Just take a look at his works, isn't he awesome?


Lying under the Eiffel tower
I guess most tourists in Paris cross under the Eiffel tower and then they probably admire it  from that angle, but very few people know how different it looks if you lie down on the ground. It looks so robust, almost  infinite.

This blog.
An abandoned blog, once had been written by a poetic 17-year-old girl. Beautiful things can be found there, not just personal stuff, but pictures, quotes and music. Only for those who speak Hungarian.

that's what's up

good news:

* Fruzsi's coming home from England!

*We have one more week of pure and high-concentrated summer left!

bad news:

*We have only one week of summer left!!! NOOOOO

awh that feeling

Do you know that feeling when all you need to perfect happiness is a bowl of strawberry icecream, and you find some in the fridge??

amazing DAY 5!

Now that the last day is over and I can sleep in a proper bed with a proper blanket and proper pillows, I dream about SZIGET.

So here are some more festival moments of the amazing day 5!!

#7 RUBEN'S STORY. Ruben had his tent in our neighbourhood and he told me how they tried to make drunk people eat sand.

#8 At KILLERS waiting for the 'I got soul but I'm not a soldier' part. Before that a very long guitar solo was on, and the whole crowd was shouting it and fiiiinally Brandon Flower's beautiful voice crushed in. AAwh so fucking amazing!

#9 THAT SURREAL LAST NIGHT when I didnt go to sleep at all but

• had a cigarette with Peter Pan (real name: Jeremy) in front of our tents
• then our neighbour Lex and some random dutch guys came with a stolen bench and a table and they broke them into pieces (!!)
• and I made a sandcastle (dirt-castle) with a flag on it,
• and then we were lyring on the ruins and talking about love and shit til 6 am;
• when a tiger and a penguin came and broke the pieces of the bench into even smaller pieces... and then took off their costumes and danced 'I'm sexy and I know it' by LMFAO. 

Some PICTURES

SZIGET DAYS 2 and 3 and 4

SZIGET's been amazing!! the best week of summer, really.
Here are some real festival moments:

#1 At TWO DOOR CINEMA CLUB (which we watched from the first row!!) somebody tried to throw a loaf of bread on the stage but he missed it... and the bread hit one of the security guards. All  the security people and audience in the first rows were laughing so hard...

#2 SHANTEL concert, which is balkan music mixed with electro.We had no idea what it was until our neighbours took us there. The best concert of the week, really. It was so shockingly fun that i cant remember anything of it.... just that we went mad! (weird but world music concerts were generally better than indie or rock concerts)

#3 MEETING DAVE AND JIMMY. Dave's a freak we met last year with his cow-shaped cap, Jimmy. On his arms there are thirty-something festival tickets (!!)  And his tent is not so far away from ours and even though he didnt recognise us first now he says hi all the time and calls us 'gorgeus' and 'beautiful'


#4 seeing CHARLIE FINK. Oooh my, what a beautiful creature! Either i will marry him or stay single forever.

#5 PRETENDING TO BE HIGH and jumping dancing like idiots when we are actually sober (or almost). So people stare at us and laugh. At Korn & The Horrors

#6 THE DUSTBIN-DRUMS. On day minus one there was a technical error and party places couldn't play music... And all along the main street of SZIGET people stood round the dustbins and drummed ritmically. It sounded like some mystic indian music, so much better than party places... 

SZIGET DAYS 0 and 1.

SZIGET's been on for 4 days now and I came home to say a quick hi to my family and eat a delicious lunch prepared with love. And a shower in my own bathroom, of course. I literally had to scratch my skin with my nails for 15 minutes to wash the dirt off and get back my normal skin colour.
Yeah but all in all I'm very happy that we've chosen the hobo-life and live inside the festival with our neighbours. Between our tents there's a little space with blankets and that's where we spend time between concerts, and in the morning when existing is all we have energy for. On festivals you can find drinking buddies at every corner but suffering from hangover together with those guys makes us real friends.

My friend Anna lost her purse with all her money in it so now we live very very low-cost. It means about 2-3 euros per day. So in the last few days I became a master in how to sneak in somewhere with vodka under my shirt, and how to get food without money.

Caro Emerald today, then Crystal Fighters then Rizzle Kicks. Aaaawh yeah

SZIGET DAY -1

Me and my friend Anna are such survivors that despite that we live 1 hour away from SZIGET and the unbearable weather ( 38 degrees hot!), we decided to move in at day -1, so 2 days before the real concerts start.

On this years first SZIGET-day, this is what I noticed

Atmosphere
Either I change or the festival, but it's never the same as the previous year. It's growing, offering more opportunities, getting more modern and convenient. It has a pulse.

International peopleAt the camping area we haven't heard a single word in Hungarian, and everywhere else English was the main language too. It's like an outside place where people come from every corner of the world and they are really happy when they find some natives. Our camping neighbours are from Germany and Holland, and they are also 17-18 years olds, and we had some interesting conversations with Finnish and British weirdos as well. 


Wheelchairs

I've seen disabled people on festivals before but I've always thought that they are coming for the concert they are dying to see and then they go home safely. No, these people live in the festival. They sleep in a tent just like every other people. It's amazing I think, I was deeply touched and sometimes close to tears. Can you imagine how much sacrifice and responsibility their friends take? Cause honestly I can't. But this way at 3 a m you can see some drunk disabled people racing round and round with their wheelchairs shouting 'whooho!'. So happy moments.

Pictures later!

i wanna live in a music festival forever

Due to my personality, I naturally love music festivals and get enthusiastic really fast. So far this summer I've visited 2 of them; but the biggest, the longest, the most popular, the most visited, the one I love the most and have been waiting for all year, the splendid SZIGET FESTIVAL starts now!
And I'm going to be one of that huge mass of people who gather together to have the time of their life. Around 400 000 visitors! (which means that if SZIGET was a city, it would be the 2nd biggest in Hungary)

Just some of the incredible bands who play this year

the stone roses
the killers
the xx
two door cinema club
noah and the whale
the vaccines
viza
the pogues
etc

Amaaaazing!

a song for today

this song is so beautiful. so so so so so beautiful.

a bittersweet birthday post

This day has come just like every other day. It's funny that how elusive time seems on these 'special occasions', like an 18th birthday.
I've always hated my birthdays, because it's a kind of borderline you have to cross but cannot go back. It reminds me that I should get more and more responsible, and I have to admit I'm not really a grown-up material. So I woke up this morning with a bittersweet taste in my mouth

For my birthday, my family got me a real DSLR camera (!!) and a bunch of old videos of me being 3 or 4 years old. It's really weird to watch, little me having a bath, little me playing computer games with little brother and everyone has ridiculous hair and clothes.

little me

There's one particular video in which I'm crying because my brother and father made me believe that all my VCR tapes are destroyed and all we can watch from now on are football and basketball matches. Isn't it cute?


After lunch a friend of mine came over. He's had a crush on me for a long time and it was something we had both knew but none of us talked about, so this way we could be good friends. But today the doorbell rang so I opened a door and he was standing there with a bouquet of 18 red roses. I dried up completely.. Shocked and embarassed, I was searching for some words to say other than 'thank you'. And I felt terrible  down to the core that it was not a film, in which I would love him back and kiss him; the camera would zoom out after this scene, and little birds would write 'the end' on the blue sky.
But it's not a film, and sometimes you have to be the heartbreaker even though you really don't want to.

my roses

Other than that, so far i've got 2 texts, 9 private messages, 66 facebook posts and 3 phone calls of saying happy bithday, and a mysterious question about what colours are my favourite, so I'm counting on more birthday presents.

And I'm going to a concert tonight with my closest friends and gonna buy my first and last pack of cigarettes.

so I guess that's it. I'm 18 now.