When people ask me how long I’ve lived in Budapest, I usually have to think quite a lot before giving an answer, and strangely, it’s not always accurate. I got stuck at round anniversaries, like I would say five years for ages, and then ten- I’m still in the ten phase, actually, and I was…
Tutti Liberi Subito- Best of Travel 2015
Too much cheap bullshit has been blown into the bloodstream of the Internet about how you should be a traveler, and not a tourist, so much so that the original statement has lost much of its meaning. What does being a traveler imply, after all, besides some Instagram shots of the second most interesting thing…
Best of 2015- Coffee Cups
As opposed to cats, coffee took quite a long time to grow on me. When everyone was downing cup after cup during exam sessions, I would put on a refrained smile and keep on reaching for my can of Coke. Mind you, I still love Coke, and it’s one of those things, like Coldplay, that…
Best of 2015- Cats
I was a cat fiend way before the domestic feline became the absolute ruler of the internet. I don’t know how it came to pass, but I just never liked dogs, albeit the first pet I recall was actually our mongrel Vuk (a dog named after a fox called wolf, what can I say), who…
Accidentally in Milan
As per the classic Seinfeld scene, Tuesday has no feel, and neither does Milan, as a city. Or at least for me it doesn’t. It definitely does not feel like a style capital, for one. There’s something too in your face about the way people (over)dress, and I myself prefer a bit more grace when…
Smokers Outside the Pirate Den’s Doors- Editors and Public Service Broadcasting at Barba Negra
One of the deepest darkest fears of a Budapest concert goer is that the band will jovially greet Bucharest at some point, maybe adding a sprinkling of how are you doing, Romania, as a side dish. This fear is of course mirrored across the border by the ominous possibility of a friendly hello Budapest and…
Names, Dates, Numbers: Sziget 2016 is Starting to Happen
The other day, as I was idling home on Andrássy avenue, I saw the Christmas lights being turned on, and suddenly I went all gooey and mushy inside: ’Awww, there, it looks just like Sziget.’ While this might seem a bad case of getting your priorities wrong, I daresay it isn’t. Sziget’s night lights are just as pretty…
Late Autumn Philosophies
A long long time ago (well this is a rather disturbing way to start a sentence, since it kind of implies I am ancient, which, related to the overall age of the universe and such is of course utter nonsense), but, nevertheless, a long long time ago I read one or two novels by Paulo…
Fog Moves in Mysterious Ways
I like to take proverbs (and mostly anything) with a pinch of salt, but it’s dawned on me recently that I quite agree with the Romanian one stating that you know a good day by its morning. Which in my case, in utter conflict with everything my younger self believed in, is an early morning….
Dark Nights of the Soul- Grooms, A Place to Bury Strangers and Chelsea Wolfe on A38
Two weeks after the Colectiv club fire, here came another Saturday when I went to a concert in the aftermath of a tragedy. As I was waiting in the hull of A38 to hand in my coat, I could not help but notice the last band on this month’s schedule: Eagles of Death Metal, sold…
Pocket Diary Budapest 