I went to Estegom in the morning. Its a charming place capped with a giant Brasilica. I crossed the bridge for the first time. I realised that i was in the place where i'm meant to be. I have know idea why, here. But my art brings me here and i now have 6 months to concentrate solely on writing, drawing and making. The new place where i live is also quite wonderful. There's a garden and lots of space. I'm going to be eastern european for a while. I feel it creeping up on me and I can't wait to be smothered in it's unusual grace. Hello Sturovo, Hello Estegom. It's a pleasure to live on you.
Lets make some magic together...
In the evening i go to Gjuri and Sophias house. With the privious bridge gaurd, Michael. We meet an exchange student who is staying with them and have dinner. Its a lovely evening. And I drink a bit too much time and ask Gjuri about hungarian history and about Philosophy. He knows when the first train was built, The Rocket, That the first track is from Skocton to Darlington and it was 25 miles long. I find this funny as this is the area I have just come from. They are excellent hosts...