Oh, Gosh, first time I lost count of the days on the blog.
These are the posts-to-be-s I found here and there.
Day 495 Puszta
Day 496
Day 496-498
I somewhat tried to be very polite and philosophical about
last week: Thus the ideas we carry can way us down, the difficulty of letting
them go seems more vulnerable on our side than the freedom received by the
greatness of doing so. Expectations therefore are the enemies of relationships
and the victory of destruction. On a moral level of course, we do need to
embrace the knowledge of the Ten Commandments but believing in desperation that
above this eternal truth what we aim to get from others is failing our emotions
have the freedom to manifest in unkindness, which is breaking the rules.
But at the end I got so tangled up what I wanted to say,
that it is why I decided to tell the funniness of the story itself.
What a week! But definitely not what I was really looking
forward to. I could not wait to have a creative outburst and instead I found
myself being burst at with the most absurd accusation I’ve ever heard: behaving
in my own house like if I owned it. Which I actually do own. I remember
standing by the desk thinking: ‘Don’t laugh, Eszter don’t laugh!’ Oh, well it
was like a comedy sketch to see the reaction, but not the kind one would like
to rewind, not even The House with The Garden.
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