Farewell to Europe

I have finished a translation, and I called the publisher by saying that I would jump over with it from the Academy, just some corners from them. All right, they told. But they forgot to say that it would be a gigantic jump. The Europe Publisher has unexpectedly moved from the city center to the northern suburb of Óbuda.


There, above the left corner of the advertisement board, on the fifth floor, the windows with the all-around-balcony and the stone vases, that was it.


From here I watched for years, in the breaks of the consultations about new translation jobs the Danube, the Ethnographic Museum and the disneyland of the Kossuth Square with the Parliament.


The flood of 2003 of the Danube, in oil on the wall and in water outside.







At the landing of the first floor I say a last farewell to the Japanese girl.


Some years ago our bank was on the ground floor of this building, but it moved away. At the right side, in the Falk Miksa street the extremely inspiring Fire Bird antiquary closed down. On the other side the homely tavern was succeeded by an office. Now the building has become empty definitively. I let it go.