Where the wind sings by

The view from above was always a thing that could trigger my enthusiasm because of the memorable depiction of the world in either smaller pieces as also the sense of freedom. Since I got older, taking the aeroplane to get somewhere was a common activity for me. But since  I couldn’t fly on a daily basis, my time was usually spent on bridges.


If someone seeks for my face in pictures from my past, might find me hanging around small or big bridges, made from a variety of material, different colourations and some of them might have a great story to tell. I still remember the last one from Budapest (well, at least one of the many), probably one of the biggest in Europe, named Chain Bridge. It was destroyed almost completely and was built up again for the people to use and admire. Or the Tower Bridge in London with those Giant towers, that could still catch the eye both of a citizen and a tourist.

Now, imagine that you are on a bridge,  this one that cars pass by, down from where you are standing. The wind blows your face as you look at the horizon and the sun has set up to sky, evening of a familiar autumn is close but it is not so cold for you to just wear a sweater with no jacket. And, at that very moment, you could feel and breath, inhaling and exhaling, “happiness and relief”.


Facebook group – You are welcome!

So, it’s been almost a month since I entered the dark alley of blogging and I believe I am getting more and more of… or better say getting better?!
I decided to update my space by designing a facebook group for anyone that would like (please dear follower) to have updates once in a while on his Home page on Facebook! You can find it by clicking on the link provided  🙂

Group to Like


Yellow in the smoke

The sky was cloudy as usual, turns of grey and light sun could be distinguished. It didn’t need too much time for it to wear the rainy dress and to quench the streets and roads of the city with raindrops all over.

He opened his yellow umbrella, big enough to cover himself and to not get wet. With a colour like that, his figure was the only one among the other dark and shady umbrellas that wanted to be one with the moody weather. Even though he didn’t have any other piece of garment with the same colouration,  he loved wandering around with his black coat and the yellow umbrella. This  object could produce different sensations on the eye as a result of the way the object emitted the light.

He wasn’t furious enough to escape the storm that was coming, but he seemed to welcome it without hesitation. As a man of his kind, he had a reputation for sailing close to the wind with his actions. Dealing with people of any kind, causing trouble around, was regarded his favourite hobby. Especially when he wanted to amaze the opposite sex.

His right hand moved to his pocket, from where he got a small cigar, put it in his mouth and then again he light it with a red lighter until its edge was burned. Smoke came out from his nostrils, caressing his lips. That could only calm him before the storm. Not the one that was about to bucket down, but only when he will appear inside that little pub, full of drunken youngsters that have light fingers, with no other thoughts for their life, except the moments they could get a second bite at the cherry.

Until the lull before the storm, that was coming inside the place, under the protection of a yellow umbrella, two sparkling eyes within the smoke.

The cause of my writing

Since I tried to write my first essay in school and I read my first book (without images at all), I was dreaming about myself as the name author on the front page of many books, just that I could have imagine the main idea of story that could be lost inside white pages turning into words with general meaning and get you deep in another world from time to time.

I grew up, tried to write short stories, sometimes even tried with poems (for which I am still shy to even show to other people) that have got even some comments, either of approval and less frequently of disapproval (could say I was lucky or the people reading them were trying to be less mean?). But those were only in my first language, which is not English

It has been almost a month (well, and some days in addition) since I decided to entered the blogging world, in an attempt to write in another language than my first one. For someone coming from a country with no latin characters in its alphabet could be quite tough, especially when this “somebody” tries to express himself with more than the basic words and phrases (think so).

But it is not only the belief that I could survive in the blogging english writing (and mostly speaking) world but also hunger for expression to a wider angle of this world, not only within the limits of my community, my city or my country. I spend a year in another country, with a daily life way different from the one I used to have. And when I returned, me, myself and I were also changed from the experience that we got. So, without more babbling in that, getting more experience and probably feedback, which is welcome at any time, might straighten my mental road than it is still with flip and flops, turnings and uneven grounds.

So, in conclusion, I write because… it can keep myself healthy inside, gather my thoughts from the chaos of daily routine or even procrastination in an order. Writing has led me to my  Transformation besides my downfalls as a person, as a personality in the total.

When nothing could enter without my permission in my mind palace, I could just focus to the words, a story, sentence with a proper or even insane meaning that only can be translated in my head. From a common image in a trip with the bus to a movie about a creatures that have also existed in the human mind… or maybe not?

A place we call home

Let’s travel to the Southeast of Europe, a country surrounded by sea and islands. And up to the north, the second biggest city. Welcome to Thessaloniki in Greece!

The Seafront of the city (one of the biggest in Europe)

Another part of the Seafront during the Annual Book Fair of Thessaloniki

Major part of the city centre

During a windy day

The second port of Kalamaria

Last but not least – White Tower, the symbol of the city

That is how I could describe the Local life in the city

A face to remember

I entered the house as I unlocked the entrance of my place. No speaking sounds could be heard, even though I could see that everybody was there, from my father to my youngest cousin. Some were sitting on sofas, other to the couch, less will be standing, looking up to the ceiling or turned their heads as they heard the key. I still remember that day.

My dream was interrupted by sounds coming from the kitchen. I opened my eyes and I checked the time, only to find that it was still seven o’ clock in the morning. It was my preparation period for the entrance exams and usually my anxiety didn’t leave me to sleep properly, but I wasn’t planning to get up early. I dressed myself with a blouze I found hanging on my chair and I went to the bigger room to answer my questions about this puzzle.

“Hey, what’s going on?” I asked “why are you gathered in here to chat early this Saturday morning?”

They heard me and they stopped. No further discussions or any other comments to my question. Only one phrase to easy my curiosity: “do not focus on what we were talking, you have to study, it is Urgent to finish and be ready for your exams. That’s a lifetime chance!”
Later, I will find that you had an accident in the hospital, your nurses were not responsible enough for you, that your eyes have closed and you might not open that again.

The next week, I will follow a routine plan to get along with another anxiety, except this of my examinations: you, still “sleeping” in the hospital, while my cousins were visiting you only to touch your hand, still warm sometimes, in order to feel close to you. Remember that you were talking about your future departure and I was making fun of you? Until you decided to leave forever from this place.


Now, everybody were waiting for me. With a candle on our hands, with our face depressed from sadness. As we wish to remember  and cherish you forever. As we do not want to forget, as we want a face to remember.


Holding the ticket on my right hand and the bag on my back, I stepped in the airplane. I might be one of the lucky that could fly each month to a place. But it has been some time since the last trip,primarly for leisure. And so it begun…!

The first surprise came with the cold wind.Great change I might say from the 29° Celcium in the South to the 7° Celcium of Budapest.Thankfully I was well prepared and my coat kept me warm as I looked for the way to the place that was going to be my base for the next days.In contrast with the underground metro, this of Budapest seemed quite old and the”mind the gap” sound-trademark was missing.

As I found my apartment and made myself comfortable, I took a walk by the river. Sun was down and afternoon just passed by for a short time until the night was there and…  I was in front of the House of the Parliament.

The lights around this magnificent building reveal  its beauty and the details of the architecture that went through both World Wars and still catches the eye of each visitor after more than a century.

Next day, despite the rain, got my umbrella and went for  a walk tour around the historic city centre of Budapest. Different buildings were standing some meters above from my head, with tourists at times posing for photographs (sometimes a little bit too much creativity for their pose).

Not so far from the Chain Bridge, one of the oldest and biggest bridges in Europe,  with lions guarding its entrances, the basilica of St. Stephen’s could be viewed, standing with majesty and greatness. Similar characteristics could be found in the interior, where people from different countries were amazed with the design and the marble sculptures that could be found in different corners inside the church.

Next morning, the Buda part was in the program. Starting from the Margarita’s island, passed from different districts and houses that didn’t lack in anything to the Pest side. But nobody should miss the old city among the walls with the Fishermen’s bastion, the Mattias’ church and the view from the Buda’s castle. And so didn’t I.

The last day before the return was more relaxing since it was spent almost all in the Budapest Zoo. A common visitor could admire from ducks and deer to anacondas,armadillo, lions and elephants.The only thing is that I felt a little bit for those big animals stuck in places that will never be a proper substitute of their natural environment. Gorillas seemed more lucky though.

Leaving Budapest and after an enjoyable trip in another country I realised how I missed travelling outside from my homeland, despite the fact that I was living abroad for a while. Wanderlust = the  desire to travel, this word just describes me without any other description. This city has captured me and I might be back in Budapest one day, one out of other Promises.

Farewell Budapest.