20/01/2005
Travelling from Stúrovo to Buda, you are first passing God. Actually God with dots. Göd.
In Budapest we enter an arbitrary restaurant. We are hungry. And find ourselves in an Amsterdam surrounding. Pictures of our homecity eveywhere, typical Dutch objects and symbols of Amsterdam on the walls. Some bad Dutch newspapers on the bar.
At first we feel uncomfortable. Then we laugh. And eat. And feel like Göd is playing us.
In Budapest we enter an arbitrary restaurant. We are hungry. And find ourselves in an Amsterdam surrounding. Pictures of our homecity eveywhere, typical Dutch objects and symbols of Amsterdam on the walls. Some bad Dutch newspapers on the bar.
At first we feel uncomfortable. Then we laugh. And eat. And feel like Göd is playing us.
posted by monique besten at 12:00 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home