St Patrick's day

Green days of whispering images
Conversation with the writers of our years
words spilled out on the counter
love more, and more than ever

New Year's concert - National Concert Hall - Budapest

Dixieland jazz band with three of the best Hungarian choirs.
Standing at the top, with the friends of musicians and choir singers invited as we were for this posh celebration. Impressed by the orchestration of the music, impressed by the discipline of musicians.
Dixieland is a place for Christmas songs, sounds for moments of renewal, for breath in the face of rapid change. Hungary, crossroad for the sounds of previous invasions, previous travels.
Breathing, this music settles itself like a Hun's tent in the plains of Pest.

Cold blue roads

Resonating like the chime of a jazzy ride
Killing movement, adorning silence
Echoes of lost ancestors in the grey shade
Miles of young stones building our roads
Cold blue Roads
Roads that chime

Road on, road on - Riders on the cold

Bejárat -> <-Bejárat

Bejárat means...
"Entry" - you can imagine the sight of this door left me very puzzled and trying not to aim at the meeting point of those two authoritarian arrows. Which one to trust?
Eventually one of them decided to open, but it seemed more like spontaneous reasoning to me than technical decisions made in advance.
So I did make a fool of myself, but then everyone likes a good small "post-socialist" cliché once in a while.