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V. Varga TiborGood night People. Shouting. I can hear some words, it’s a different language, it’s a different culture, it’s a different country. Country of shouting. Crowded bus, somebody, just hit me. Why? My wallet is stolen, they tore my clothes and they are shouting. Are…

V. Varga TiborBudapest Look at that window Feel the great distance, multiply it with infinity. The city, the lens of my glass, an abandoned ship full of thoughts a city I will leave, a city who is You somehow. Air, just breath me in, inhale the moment. I will miss You, that…