Before my classes begun, I took some of those valerian pills. Art class was bearable. The teacher can't piece together a sentence sometimes, and we went over the entirety of van Gogh in 25 minutes, but it was bearable.
Maths test went well. Didn't feel a thing while writing it.
Did the remaining 5 minutes of my presentation without much hassle.
Basically, I left the building in a good mood.
There is something magical about leaving a building and putting on your cap.
Went to the city. When I asked my mother in the morning to give me some cash for my little excursion, she gave me a 10k note and told me to "spend it". I almost did.
First I had lunch, then I went over to the book carts and bought a few volumes. Found a Hungarian edition of the Russian epic poem, The Song of Igor's Campaign
, and a two volume edition of the Gulag Archipelago
. Quite good for 5-6 euros.
Also saw a nice volume of Estonian Short Stories
, but I didn't get it.
You know what's interesting about this copy of Gulag Archipelago
? It had a little, hand-written card in it: "The 2000th volume of the library". Think about it. Somebody had a private library of +2000 books, they owned a copy of the GA
, a then cutting edge novel, they were into books, and good books, clearly, and BAMM
, they're probably dead now and their collection is being sold for pennies on the dollar.
Then I went to pick up my package, which was a book titled The Studying Years of Mihály Babits
. At the store I met one of my old literature teachers, whom I do not hold in high regard, and saw a copy of a Hungarian-Hindi dictionary
, which stated that it's the first of its kind. Didn't check the price, but it was probably outrageous.
After that, I went to buy a packet of Earl Gray. Still had a lot of money, and I was hesitating to buy a bottle of sake.
>Do you want a bottle of sake? Yes.
>Do you NEED a bottle of sake? No.
>Do you still want a bottle of sake? No.
So I didn't get it. On the way out of the store, I saw a small job offering stating "Our company is looking for Korean-interpreters. Competitive pay, intermediate skill suffices
". Warmed my heart a bit for some reason.
I'm glad I didn't get that bottle of sake. My bag almost fell apart on the way home. The seams gave up one one side and the shoulder loop almost tore off. Had to go to the cobbler to get it fixed, since the bag is made out of this pseudo-leather material a regular tailoring machine can't puncture.
It took them 20 minutes. So instead of going home, I walked around on the local town square. I looked at every single memorial plaque and statue on the way. Didn't know the local church held masses in German too.
Or that we have a book club at the culture house. (They're discussing a Zadie Smith book, what the hell.)
Paid three euros for the repair and then I went home.
A lot of people are coughing, is what I've notices while riding public transport.
Getting kinda paranoid here, not gonna lie, lads. Half the fuckin' country might have it already, and we don't even know it.