Budapest
Whenever I think of Budapest I think of a, Kirby and b, the image of Yan Wei in his maroon army jacket and brown shorts, using my blue umbrella to cover his legs from the cold rain and wind in the night as we walked out of our Airbnb to get dinner and how my brother, Nelson and I were standing behind him just laughing because we told him it would be cold but he insisted on not wearing jeans
I then move on to think about Vienna because we went there before Budapest and took the train, all four of us sharing a cabin and my brother with his smelly shoes and everyone was tired and asleep, and I remember not the cycling along the Danube first, but picnicking at a random little mound/ hill with salami and cheese and crackers, and perhaps some moscato if I recall correctly
What happens to those who get left behind?
Øde Ø is my happy-sad song
I then move on to think about Vienna because we went there before Budapest and took the train, all four of us sharing a cabin and my brother with his smelly shoes and everyone was tired and asleep, and I remember not the cycling along the Danube first, but picnicking at a random little mound/ hill with salami and cheese and crackers, and perhaps some moscato if I recall correctly
What happens to those who get left behind?
Øde Ø is my happy-sad song