In motion
I traveled a bit. In fact, I wanted to write about my dance class and how I was doing entrechats and looked like someone dying a cruel death, but it's a bit over and maybe I'll write something after my tomorrow's dance class (dancing is fun), if I'll feel like it on Friday morning.
So, on Saturday I left for Bratislava. The basic reason was that the Bratislava art historians were going to a school trip to Budapest, to see the Sigismundus exhibition and I wanted to see it too.
When I arrived to Bratislava, I was in the usual state of shock. I've lived there so I wasn't that surprised that the train station was dirty and awful, that the passage to the tram station smelled of piss, I wasn't surprised that the tram lines are changed again... it was all of that together that surprised me. I just wonder, how can the city be still so awful? And I have to say that I lived in Bratislava and I like it in a certain way. But the Slovaks should concentrate on the small things liek cleaning the streets, instead of building skyscrapers, I would say.
I stayed at friend's place for two days. Janka, this friend of mine, has tree kids who started to love me almost immediately because I made pancakes to them. I had some vague idea that she might have children, but she never mentioned her family life too much. Well, the reason was that her two husbands died and well, this is why there's no special reason to explain every now and then the family matters. Seems to me that she is lonely in quite a specific way... We haven't seen each other for some time, in fact since I've moved from Italy. So she started inquiring, how's life in Italy, how was the school and whatever, soon ending up with the crucial things:
"So, how many Italians did you shag." I wanted to answer something vague, hoping that she might find another theme. However, she did not.
"Uhm.. what's that matter about Italians? I like blondies, why should I bother about Italians..."
"But htere are sooo many sooo sexy guys down there. So, how many of them did you shag?"
"None in fact. I don't find them sexy at all."
"But they say that Italians are soo good at it.... Why you didn't give it a try?"*
Here I had to start to lie because she wouldn't give in until I admitted that I'm having lots and lots of sex life:
"Well.... I dated an exchange student so I rather spent my time with him..."
"Still, you should have shagged some Italians. Where was that guy from?"
"Uhm... Finland?"
"Never heard about Finns. Are they good in bed?"
"I wasn't doing a survey on sexual life, I was studying there. What about making a cup of tea?"
I simply had to do something. And, well, there were some Finnish exchange students, I even happened to know some... but, for your information, I didn't shag any of them. Don't tell Janka, though:-)
However, Janka kept the theme alive all the three days I was there. She's single, always screaming that all guys are pigs and still, she thinks about them all the time. Or at least about the specific passtime.
On Monday I was just hanging around. Maybe there was something going on and I missed it... but I simply liked wandering around a town where I spent quite a lot of time. I lived far from the centre so I spent lots of time either outside or in the local cafes... I strolled around, seeing what changed. Oddly enough, I met a friend who now studies in Poland and came to Bratislava to visit. She was there for two weeks to do a few things and meantime worked as a shop assistant in Lea Fekete's boutique... what a nice calm job, three people come in two hours. So we gossiped a bit, she invited me to Poznan, I invited her to Prague and that was it.
Budapest trip... As all the trips of Art history department in Bratislava, there was quite a big deal of chaos. The university bus had some technical problems so we were waiting outside in rain. Of course that there was nothing like a sorry. However, we got to Budapest somehow. Seen from the bus, it seemed damn dreary to me, all those monumental art nouveau houses with facades black from dirt... in Prague the art nouveau stuff is already painted pink and green, although I'm not much of a Prague fan (and neither of candy colored houses), as you'll notice later and many times during my dronings.
* On the sexual abilities of Italians: those more experienced than I clain that there's good PR, not the thing. Comments welcome.
(to be continued)
(continued)
Okay, back to Budapest. It was raining there, I saw the exhibition and maybe I'll give a review on it, I'm waiting for some response from readers, if there are any, then I'll decide whether to add more everyday trash or more art history.
However, the exhibition was cool. The Gothic one, I mean, we were taken to one on Spanish painting too and it sucked. No offense meant, but I just don't like Spanish baroque.
People were supposed to go to see the art nouveau beauty of Budapest. I and Rudi decided to leave it for a sunnier day, he knows Budapest and I don't care. One of the professors claimed that a Slovak art historian has to know what's in Budapest, so I gladly used the lame excuse that I'm not a Slovak art historian so for me Budapest can be wiped off the Earth's surface. And we went to have a lunch. On our way to some restaurant which took around tem minutes, we saw an exciting parking lot (no art nouveau, though), the ING building which looked as if Daniel Libeskind had a poetic day (dunno who designed it. I'll look it up sometime, I promise), several boring streets, a calico cat who wanted to cuddle (Whenever I go somewhere, I just miss my Tähti... and I love cats in general...) and a place which was, as it appeared on a closer look, a Finnish cultural center. I just told Rudi hey, look Marimekko curtains... and when we came closer, there was the explanatory tag on the door which was, finally, in some comprehensible language. If Hungarian can be taken as a language. However, I just wonder whether there are some normal people who use the Marimekko fabrics in their homes. I see it only in the Finnish cuultural centres and similar institutions - those use the poppy patterns that might be used instead of the Finnish flag, weren't the flag itself a damn good piece of design - and architects' offices.
Whatever. We got to Brastislava, it was raining there, and the following morning I was only too happy to go home. Spent three hours sleeping on the train, read the remaining time, rushed home to grab my books because I had a presentation on Bridget Riley... and I eagerly expect a time when I'll be able to do nothing for a few days. I expect it around the year 2056, though. Poor me.
So, on Saturday I left for Bratislava. The basic reason was that the Bratislava art historians were going to a school trip to Budapest, to see the Sigismundus exhibition and I wanted to see it too.
When I arrived to Bratislava, I was in the usual state of shock. I've lived there so I wasn't that surprised that the train station was dirty and awful, that the passage to the tram station smelled of piss, I wasn't surprised that the tram lines are changed again... it was all of that together that surprised me. I just wonder, how can the city be still so awful? And I have to say that I lived in Bratislava and I like it in a certain way. But the Slovaks should concentrate on the small things liek cleaning the streets, instead of building skyscrapers, I would say.
I stayed at friend's place for two days. Janka, this friend of mine, has tree kids who started to love me almost immediately because I made pancakes to them. I had some vague idea that she might have children, but she never mentioned her family life too much. Well, the reason was that her two husbands died and well, this is why there's no special reason to explain every now and then the family matters. Seems to me that she is lonely in quite a specific way... We haven't seen each other for some time, in fact since I've moved from Italy. So she started inquiring, how's life in Italy, how was the school and whatever, soon ending up with the crucial things:
"So, how many Italians did you shag." I wanted to answer something vague, hoping that she might find another theme. However, she did not.
"Uhm.. what's that matter about Italians? I like blondies, why should I bother about Italians..."
"But htere are sooo many sooo sexy guys down there. So, how many of them did you shag?"
"None in fact. I don't find them sexy at all."
"But they say that Italians are soo good at it.... Why you didn't give it a try?"*
Here I had to start to lie because she wouldn't give in until I admitted that I'm having lots and lots of sex life:
"Well.... I dated an exchange student so I rather spent my time with him..."
"Still, you should have shagged some Italians. Where was that guy from?"
"Uhm... Finland?"
"Never heard about Finns. Are they good in bed?"
"I wasn't doing a survey on sexual life, I was studying there. What about making a cup of tea?"
I simply had to do something. And, well, there were some Finnish exchange students, I even happened to know some... but, for your information, I didn't shag any of them. Don't tell Janka, though:-)
However, Janka kept the theme alive all the three days I was there. She's single, always screaming that all guys are pigs and still, she thinks about them all the time. Or at least about the specific passtime.
On Monday I was just hanging around. Maybe there was something going on and I missed it... but I simply liked wandering around a town where I spent quite a lot of time. I lived far from the centre so I spent lots of time either outside or in the local cafes... I strolled around, seeing what changed. Oddly enough, I met a friend who now studies in Poland and came to Bratislava to visit. She was there for two weeks to do a few things and meantime worked as a shop assistant in Lea Fekete's boutique... what a nice calm job, three people come in two hours. So we gossiped a bit, she invited me to Poznan, I invited her to Prague and that was it.
Budapest trip... As all the trips of Art history department in Bratislava, there was quite a big deal of chaos. The university bus had some technical problems so we were waiting outside in rain. Of course that there was nothing like a sorry. However, we got to Budapest somehow. Seen from the bus, it seemed damn dreary to me, all those monumental art nouveau houses with facades black from dirt... in Prague the art nouveau stuff is already painted pink and green, although I'm not much of a Prague fan (and neither of candy colored houses), as you'll notice later and many times during my dronings.
* On the sexual abilities of Italians: those more experienced than I clain that there's good PR, not the thing. Comments welcome.
(to be continued)
(continued)
Okay, back to Budapest. It was raining there, I saw the exhibition and maybe I'll give a review on it, I'm waiting for some response from readers, if there are any, then I'll decide whether to add more everyday trash or more art history.
However, the exhibition was cool. The Gothic one, I mean, we were taken to one on Spanish painting too and it sucked. No offense meant, but I just don't like Spanish baroque.
People were supposed to go to see the art nouveau beauty of Budapest. I and Rudi decided to leave it for a sunnier day, he knows Budapest and I don't care. One of the professors claimed that a Slovak art historian has to know what's in Budapest, so I gladly used the lame excuse that I'm not a Slovak art historian so for me Budapest can be wiped off the Earth's surface. And we went to have a lunch. On our way to some restaurant which took around tem minutes, we saw an exciting parking lot (no art nouveau, though), the ING building which looked as if Daniel Libeskind had a poetic day (dunno who designed it. I'll look it up sometime, I promise), several boring streets, a calico cat who wanted to cuddle (Whenever I go somewhere, I just miss my Tähti... and I love cats in general...) and a place which was, as it appeared on a closer look, a Finnish cultural center. I just told Rudi hey, look Marimekko curtains... and when we came closer, there was the explanatory tag on the door which was, finally, in some comprehensible language. If Hungarian can be taken as a language. However, I just wonder whether there are some normal people who use the Marimekko fabrics in their homes. I see it only in the Finnish cuultural centres and similar institutions - those use the poppy patterns that might be used instead of the Finnish flag, weren't the flag itself a damn good piece of design - and architects' offices.
Whatever. We got to Brastislava, it was raining there, and the following morning I was only too happy to go home. Spent three hours sleeping on the train, read the remaining time, rushed home to grab my books because I had a presentation on Bridget Riley... and I eagerly expect a time when I'll be able to do nothing for a few days. I expect it around the year 2056, though. Poor me.
posted by Karolina Krátká at 17:57
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