17/03/2005

After two days Budapest Albert and I travel back to Sturovo. It has been six weeks since he left. I remember our very first day here. We crossed the bridge, went up to the Esztergom basilica to overlook Sturovo and the Danube. Standing there, Albert saw an owl for the first time in his life.
It is already getting dark when we arrive at the house. The temperature in the courtyard is still okay, we put two chairs outside and drink a Slovak beer. Silently, a bird lands on one of the lower branches of the huge tree in the middle of the courtyard. We look up, the owl looks down and doesn’t move for a couple of minutes. Then it flies of again.