BobeBlog

What do you talk about when you meet a Hungarian for the first time? Work? Nah. Politics? Frequently. The most private thing? Always. I am meeting people connected to my work. I am amazed how quickly they open up with their innermost secrets, like yesterday, on how they are struggling with a potentially deadly disease. I was touched by death several times yesterday, and felt shaking and so disturbed that I needed to call PB. It no longer helps. Another sign of mortality. BP (not PB) orders me to call her instead. I found solace elsewhere. I met a famous freelance photographer, his photos are at . Worth checking it out. Amazing shots. I also had a very long interview topped by friendly dinner with interviewee and wife who I would be happy to have as friends. Bright, valuable, witty people. I left with the load of mortality lifted off from my shoulders.

# posted by Erzsebet @ 2:40 AM