Landing in my favourite foreign country (in my favourite little Ferihegy), counting each tip on each walking shoe around - meaning I enjoy every single second there - things go so logically and fast once I have settled, and therefore once I go back to this world. Familiar winter blue socks I sherish and laugh on, strange spiny serious shoes from the airport lounge I am not really keen on seing again, and the passing elegance of strangers (of that world).
Erkeztem Magyarorszagon, I have landed. A place I feel ever more tied to.
Landing in my favourite foreign country
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