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Ode to my suitcase
On the 1 of June I left Budapest. What a strange feeling: this part of my life is over! And soon my experience in Romania will be over too. I really liked Budapest and somehow I feel that I will go back there one day. It really is the city of my dreams. Big but not crowded. The perfect place to relax and to party. The city offers something for everyone: no matter if you are old, young, sick or healthy. The only problem: people tend to speak Hungarian. If I should ever go back there I will definately have to learn the language. I am afraid that I might spend years trying to learn it and in the end I will still not able to order a coffee....
While I was cleaning my room I was really sorry to leave. Such a nice room, not too expensive and a nice flat mate..... In the middle of the city center but yet very quiet. In Budapest you can find all the luxuries of modern life and even buy german black bread but yet you are so close to my beloved country Romania.
I paid my last visit to Margrit Island: I jumped on the trampolin for the last time and did my work out in the park. Margrit Island really is the greatest place on earth for open air excersise.
The day I left I spent quite some time waiting at a bus station. While I was waiting I was looking at my suitcase and petted it like a close friend. It has been with me for a very long time and been my companion wherever I went: USA, Japan, inter-railing, Italy, Romania, Georgia, Hungary. Lately it has served me well transporting my books back and forth because it has hand luaggage size and is not subject to any weight restrictions in planes.
If it could talk it would be the only witness of all the experiences I made in foreign countries, the good ones and the bad ones. I really love this suitcase. Even though it is in pretty bad shape I don't think I will through it away. It will travel with me until it is so broken that it cannot be fixed anymore. Hopefully I can keep it for many more years.
While thinking about my suitcase a black Mercedes passed the bus station. It had a German liscence plate from Cologne, a dark haired driver in a dress suit, talking on his cell phone while driving, and a Roma flag in the back window. I had never seen anything like that before and started to make up stories about who the driver might be. Maybe a German Roma activist visiting projects in Eastern Europe?
To me that car really was a sign. A sign that thing will be ok and that I am doing the right thing.
I am back in Cluj at the moment. I will leave Romania for good on the 5 of July. That is the deadline I gave myself and my plane ticket back to Germany is already booked.
I have no plans for the summer yet. Maybe I will work to earn some money. I applied for an internship, beginning in September or October, at the Roma and Travellers Division of the Council of Europe in Strassbourg/ France. It looks like they are going to take me which would be cool. Strassbourg is right at the boarder to southern Germany. Hopefully Avtandil will find a job there.
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