I don't want to tell narratives, stories about what happened there, either I rush and I don't even have time for myself or I nearly die for boredom in our enourmous, wonderful but completely empty flat on Andrássy street..
tomorrow I'll bring my dad's notebook so I will probably be able to write more when I have sparetime, but fore then I would like to share a photo about the person who has determined my life there the most:
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