i went four times to my dear village of brdárka, and three times to radzim. in the summer, autumn and winter. hope one day i can visit it in the spring. july 2010, with mini october 2010, with lenka december 2010, with rita
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i'm alone in my room
the walls are empty the packing is a torture i've said goodbye to everyone and now the step is ahead i will write more about this it feels very. uhm. empty and lonely now. but tomorrow i will be together again with luis, my family, my friends the mood will go up. during my EVS my friends were as well very alert to the number 72... this one was in a restaurant in braga, sent by lili my brother registered this one in sucre, bolívia and i was always spotting them in viena in the train to bratislava our airport gate in zurich! and very recently, my brother's seat in our tortuous journey through hungary!
I worry that this documentary is seen to be fictional - it certainly isn't. O'Rourke traveled to Bangkok and built up a relationship with "Aoi", which started as merely client-prostitute and ended with O'Rourke (as you can hear in the documentary) offering to get her out of the situation Aoi seems to feel is her destiny - poverty, prostitution and eventual death by AIDS.
This is the foul side of the Asia tourist trade, with unflinching shots of the bar life, what the women face and even hidden camera shots of a child clearly being taken away to cater for the desires of paying client/s. As a documentary, it is horrifying yet so totally engaging as you hear Aoi's tale (as she talks to a mirror in the hotel room of O'Rourke as she couldn't face the camera to tell her sad story) and view the cinema verité hand-held style of O'Rourke as he makes the viewer face what depths people will go to to survive and be pleasured. Certainly not for the young but certainly will make you think. from (imdb) my brother's b-day started perfect, and was for sure unforgetable. we started the day in gellert baths...it was so wonderful! we made this before and after picture. you will not find a difference, it's ok, we felt it, we were so relaxed and laaaazy this was the problem because we were so lazy, we were a bit late for our return train to bratislava. we had to run a bit, saw the train track in a hurry, and got inside the train. we managed, we thought! and fell asleep. we were woken up by the ticket lady, who pinched the ticket: not a word. a bit after, everyone started kicking us out of our seats, because all seats were reserved. everyone spoke only hungarian. we were stopping in places not familiar at all. so i went to speak with the ticket lady: - this train is not going to bratislava, is it? - hah! no! this train is going back to budapest. - is there any connection to bratislava from any of these stops? - (two phone calls, a lot of checking in the machine, conversation with the cleaning lady...) - no. the best is to go back to budapest. - when does it arrive? - at 21h30. "nuno, we have to wait other three hours. we are in the wrong train" ah ah ah this was funny then. and we met a nice man. when we explained our story, in an imaginary map in the toilet door (we had no seats anymore) he said: "so, you both come from braga in portugal" "you live in london" "you live in bratislava" "you came to budapest" "but you are both in here...making a ring all across hungary" "to get back again to budapest" "and then back to bratislava" you got it, exactly. in the meantime, another ticket man showed up, and without speaking a single word of english, we understood the train would only arrive at 22h30, making the journey a 7 hours one. he was very nice and told us to seat in the first carriage. so we arrived again in budapest, and ran to the bus station where we could get a bus as 23h30 to bratislava. so we waited outside. and as i was buying the ticket, the man tells me: with no id card you cannot travel with us, it's our policy. i had forgotten my ID card in bratislava. so...what to do? long live 24h open places...after macdonald's we stayed in a very shitty place until 4am, waiting for the first train at 5h28 IT WAS A GRET WEEKEND!
we are both in our homes, safe and sound! the next day we went to budapest. both of us have been there already but the idea was to bathe and eat cakes. this is me addicted to crochet. the white landscape and the surprise the hostel - gift of a friend - had prepared for nuno! balloons, champagne and caaaaake! then we went to cafe central - yummy yummy yummy and the second visit to the ethnography museum finally happened! i wanted to see the permanent exhibition and after, the budapest's christmas market!! but it was so cold outside! -7, -10 in bratislava, yes, we escaped, our weak latin genetics would not make it there! and we finished the night in marxim! tadah!!
woo-hoo! so, with the goal of celebrating his 25th b-day (cough cough), my brother decided to come to bratislava! (all pictures of the weekend are his) bratislava was as snowy and cold as ever, but it was great to stroll the streets, in between warm cafes of course. and some serious business hot chocolate! this is the christmas market in bratislava! and of course no visit would leave without this.
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