through Bratislava

Or right time for a look at what’s been happening, haven’t quite got into this blog and writing to the masses. As of course there is fast moving masses read my blog.

Ok to the people, start back at Bratislava, which really begins in Budapest. Have been spending a lot of time on trains over the last while, throwing the bank notes on the ground. Heard about a conference that was taking place in Budapest, quite in the area of what im looking at in this moment, well so I thought. There was another guy Mark how thought he would come along for the ride and we would also make it part of a research trip, which we needed anyway. So, fly out of Berlin having spent a number of days there being trailed around the town looking at to much art as part of the college program. Will never become a large group person, my first reaction is always to slip quietly away.

Away way got to the airport in Berlin after that and the intense meetings began, started with a fight with the pass port control as, I filmed him as he stared in the camera and told me to turn it of. Then got rather heat so I remove the camera pointing at his face (was interested in the image, was not just looking to piss him off). He then told me to give him the camera, which I refused to do, at this moment I was wondering if I had over steeped the mark. He came out of the back of his box requesting to see the image. Got on through though not with out a nervosa moment.

Landing in Budapest, feet on the ground Mark start chatting up some girl from New York, wasn’t worth the trouble she only turned out to be problematic. Headed for information as we where short on time to be lift pissing around the streets with no idea where we are. Meeting people started turning in to normality, as I suppose it is, came back for the information desk and Marks found a Hungarian girl, she was a miss leading hand full. Some of her views made me have to look at her twice. We meet up with a few of her friends, who where all studying sociology and I got a reasonable history lesson from one of the them, much need as we should have been a bit more informed. Having been filled in on the 1956 revolution we head on and of course Mark had made a few arrangements with the girl for later. Tried getting a language lesson on bus, from some girl, amusing the people with our stupidity as we tried to say simple things, not such an easy language, in there with Finish. Then the women at the bun shop tried to rip us of seeing our fresh hungry faces but the women next in line held her in line. On the under ground we felt the vibe, back in the eastern lands. Back in the eastern land but where the fuck are the signs. Think they must have buried them all during the commie times. Not really a joke with the commie time but it seems this secrecy stays and makes it hard to find your way around when a youth hostel is hidden on some floor of a large building and nothing stands outside to direct you there. Pack the bags there and got out on the street, time was ticking to get some work done, need to photograph a memorial that is only a few weeks old commemorating the 56 revolution. The architecture is class, so many different forms, narrow streets, the building’s on top of each other, old and new. Meet up with the Hungarian girl, after pizzas from a Jew, the most expensive I have eaten, a bit miss judged on price, not leaving out Mark trying to burn down the pub, a content moment of filled hunger and then I notice the smell of burning and looking round the map on the table licks up into flames, having been set on the candle. The girl from New York turn up with a pack of first 1-year engineer student from America on a weekend trip, mmmm not quite what I was in the mood for at that moment in time.