This doesn’t looked like a bank to me, but it is! The Inter-Europa Bank.
Somehow these buildings have a very unique appeal, Click to see the large photo here , the colours and the dim lightings within:) And this is the Bank Zsolt uses…so pls do not rob this bank :)
A new building at the Danube. To me it looks a little bit like a huge cruiser ship from behind.:) What you think?
Egy új lakóépület a Dunánál. Kicsit olyan, mintha egy óceánjáró lenne hátulról.:) Nem?
Yesterday morning in the morning traffic jam I stopped beside this red VW Golf at the lamp. Looking to the left I recognized his frogs starring at him. I have no idea what for.:) But I can imagine how they jump into his lap when he suddenly push the break:)
Tegnap a reggeli dugóban emellett a vörös Golf mellett álltam a lámpánál. Ahogy balra néztem észrevettem a békáit, ahogy őt nézik vezetés közben. Vajon minek?:) Azt mondjuk el tudom képzelni, amikor az ölébe ugranak egy hirtelen fékezésnél:)
It looks like an UFO…but actually its the Budapest Arena. Its quite new because the old one was burned down in a fire at Christmas a couple of years ago. Mostly it holds the large concerts and sport events. But anyway..its an UFO:)
Olyan mintha egy UFO szállt volna le…de ez a Budapest Aréna. Egész új, mert a régi leégett pár éve egy tűzben karácsonykor. Jobbára koncertek meg sportesemények vannak benne…de akkor is…ez egy UFO:)
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Proverbs
Maybe you remember some months ago I ran a game collecting proverbs. You shared with me quite a lot and some time ago Denton encouraged me to create a website with them. Now I had some time to deal with it and here you can see the result:
I selected the proverbs by the country of the contributors (and not by the ethimological origin of the proverbs) and I spent some time with linking to your sites with thumbnails. Just feel free to share with me more proverbs in the comments there or here and I will add them with your links to the site:) Any ideas and suggestions are more then welcomed!
Yesterday I went to a market (or rather exhibition) where they sold plants and flowers. I went there to buy a new plant for my apartment hoping that this time I wont kill it:) If you are curious of my new “victim” have a look here.
Tegnap elmentem egy virágpiacra (vagy inkább kiállítás volt), ahol növényeket meg virágokat árultak. Azért mentem, hogy vegyek egy új virágok otthonra, hátha ezalkalommal nem nyírom ki:) Ha kíváncsi vagy az új “áldozatomra” vess egy pillantást rá itt.
They keep the parkplaces green at the University campus like this. And yesterday when I arrived there I realized this golden carpet.:)
Az egyetem előtt úgy oldották meg a parkolót, hogy zöld maradjon. És tegnap ezt az arany szőnyeget találtam ott:)
This is also a little element you can recognise at the national theater only if you get closer. Like a fake greek ruin laying at the new building. Not too abstract idea but I find it attractive.
Nem tudtam korábban, hogy ilyen fekvő áll-rom is van a színháznál. Nem mondom, hogy nagyone eredeti ötlet, de bevallom tetszett, mert úgy vonzza a tekintetet. :)
Let’s continue our excursion around the National Theater. The next building is the Palace of Art with these huge windows so the theater can see herself (a theater is a she..isn’t it?) every day in the mirror. She is still young…and you know how the young ladies are!!!:) By the way today we are celebrating the day of Poetry in Hungary. On the birthday of Attila József who is my favorite Hungarian poet (beside János Pilinszky). One of his poems in English:
MAMA
I’ve thought one week of Mama only.
Upon her hips she bore, ungainly,
A clothes-basket; she’d climb the stairway
Up to the drying attic’s airway.
Then, for I was an honest fellow,
How I would shriek and stamp and bellow!
That swollen laundry needs no mother.
Take me, and leave it to another.
But still she drudged so quietly,
Nor scolded me nor looked upon me,
And the hung clothes would glow and billow
High up above, with swoop and wallow.
It’s too late now to still my bother;
What a giant was my mother –
Over the sky her grey hair flutters,
Her bluing tints the heaven’s waters.
1934. October.
Translation by Zsuzsanna Ozsváth and Frederick Turner
Boci elintézte annyival, hogy nem nagyon szereti ezt az épületet. Én se szerettem, mert utáltam a sok botrányt az építése körül, ez a ház már mérgezetten született. De most mikor ott voltam, először ilyen közel akkor egyszerűen jól éreztem magam és közelről tetszett a sok részlet. Például ez a bazi nagy tükör, amiben a színház nézi magát:)
Ma van a költészet napja. Magyarul nem hiszem, hogy be kéne mutatnom József Attilát.
Every day I recognize new things in my garden. More green, more colorful and more sunny. To be honest, during the Winter, waking up is a torture. But during the Summer and especially during the Spring every morning is like a present:)
Hey today is Zsolt’s day in Hungary…just when I set the date I realized – 10th of April:) So happy Zsolt day to every ‘Zsolt’ especially to the ”Zsolt(s)” I know…..:)
Dévényi Zsolt
Frankó Zsolt
Hadnagy Zsolt
Hortobágyi Zsolt
Kovács Zsolt
Vörös Zsolt
:)
És ez jó alkalom arra, hogy megint kis változtatás legyen az oldalon. Mától magyarul is írok. Nem mindig azt, amit angolul, de mindig azt, ami éppen eszembe jut:)
The photo I got from here.
Its amazing to me that there are so many and so different traditions around Easter country by country. Here you can read about the Hungarian traditions and on the photo you can see a “Hímestojás” (the painted egg) which is mentioned in the text.
“Easter Monday (Dousing Day, Water Plunge Monday) Locsolkodás is the main reason for which eggs are decorated in Hungary. This day provides for plenty of mischief. Boys surprise the girls by dousing them thor-oughly with buckets or bottles of water all the while reciting a little rhyme: Good day, good day, my lily, I water you to keep you from wither-ing, or Water for your health, water for your home, water for your land, here’s water, water! Don’t shriek and cry and run away: It’s good for you on Dyngus day. Formerly this practice was much rougher, for young men literally dragged girls to ponds, wells or streams at dawn and threw them in. It was expected that the girls accept this all good-naturedly and reward their tormentors with decorated eggs, bread and a glass of brandy/wine – or all three. The dousing was supposed to make of them good future wives with many children.
Hungarian girls, obliged to color twenty or even thirty eggs for a special boyfriend, knew that he might be given many more eggs by several different sweethearts. The lucky recipient would put them all away for several weeks and then get them out again to have another look: the girl whose egg had lost most color was pining for him.
Mostly every village had its own egg-decorating artist (íróaszszony = writing woman), an old woman who had done the work all her life. From her the HÍMESTOJÁS could be obtained by those who were not very skilled.”
