Letter Combination Lock

Part II - Part I

A nightclub in the open. Probably four in the morning of April 28. In the body are felt determined 10 shot of Absolut Vodka, preceded by two glasses of wine in the afternoon. The live music of high and low. "La isla bonita" by Madonna is getting bored air-ok, maybe he was just bored me-when, as a thunder and more gentle sound of a bomb, "Bigmouth Strikes Again" by The Smiths and invades the runway with her whole ' Margaret Island. It's sublime. It's my delirium - Bigmouth du da da da daaa! -. Explosion in a reckless and unbridled dance. It's my delirio.Credo this is an excellent opening words to tell the Edenic my days in Hungary. The music, her ever-present. It was closed within the walls of a nightclub located under the street level -S ü ss fel-nap, in the Metro-Kalvin chacha-or, indeed, free to float to the island Margherita.Le people; extraordinary beauty with which they kept me in the arm these days! I was mad, Kizsò, Zita, Alma, Bence, Dorcas ... in this city that can offer its product only to those who know him ask with kindness and elegance.

Bello enter a cinema, The Odeon, which is also video library and coffee. So elegant that makes you forget that you came to see a movie, "The Consequences of Love." I've always loved watching films in Italian cinema abroad.

seems absurd but this is one of the first things we did Matt and I just arrived, shortly after having taken a nice cold beer in the house of the wise Kizsò. It was the afternoon of April 26. On the first day.

That morning, when we arrived at the airport, watching the sun from Budapest as a father his son in his first, timid steps. Big changes on the horizon. Many shipyards. Budapest, a city in turmoil.

Bence Dorca and we have lovingly opened the doors of their apartment. A statuesque apartment on the Danube, near the Margaret Bridge.

Just below the house a beautiful park full of flowers and children on tricycles. Me and Matt, he said, to play the part of the gay couple on honeymoon who take pictures of the flowers ...

the second morning that of 27, was exciting. After a breakfast-lunch-dose of chocolate croissants, bikes in hand, we have traveled far and wide mother Margaret with its flowering trees and people are satisfied by the spring sunshine. Because emotion is very present in my memory was this island. Why this much in my memory was that white loggia that seems to call loudly "The mysteries of the garden of Compton House chief of Peter Greenaway.

Oktogon tér then welcomed us in a torrential downpour, so we had to fix somewhere.

That evening we went to S ü ss fel nap where Kizsò held months ago, a memorable Depeche Mode Party. This event requires further investigation. On Thursday, this place completely decorated by an anarchist painter-drinker that these were his debts with the club owner, has done the work for free-hosting the university party. This Thursday was no exception. The girls were a disarming beauty but what thrilled me most was leaving their approach. Know what they want and know how to get. I can honestly say that this trip had placed a lot of expectations. I came here for Kizsò, absolutely. I came here to see the beautiful Zita. I came here to feel wanted again, to regain a bit 'self-esteem which, these days, you pay dearly. With these premises an affair with one of these beautiful girls eager-uninhibited-was the obvious thing to do. Maybe I did well but I will not be heard. Many factors played into this decision. I did not want the first person I kissed after Barbara was a Hungarian all that I would never seen in my life. My ego is satisfied, however, returned to Rome. Every night was an evening where you can kiss someone. Every night there was a girl attracted to me. So enough. That
evening at S ü ss fel nap, I finished alone. Kizsò and Matt had come home. I stayed until closing time, closing with a beautiful "Try" by Macy Gray. 5e30 It was the morning and felt only my footsteps in a Budapest silent.

The comic-thing-now that the story was to go home. I put the key in the lock but does not turn. I knew I was right, Bence had given me confidence to go out first showing me how to do it. I insist, but nothing happens. I weighed well to take another key from the deck and slip into another lock. A fatal mistake. The key is not only did not run but was still stuck inside the lock. Behind me was the Budapest early morning yawns while I was struggling with that damn door. I would rather sleep on the landing that Bence with the bell and wake me open. Breaking a nail extension, the first key from the deck. Retrying as from the beginning to turn it. None. Nothing for 10 minutes. Every time I try to remove the key lock on the other stuck. None. Nothing for 10 minutes. The desperation and sadness I look bored. At that point, without knowing how to explain how, the door magically opens. The joy was short-lived. There was yet another key to release. After a while it seems that fate had satisfied his sense of humor and I made it possible to remove the key with a disarming ease. It was six passes of 28 April, a day that would prove to be full of surprises ...