The streets of Budapest were so dead empty this night, it was bizarre. Train on the way back to Wien is almost empty.
I'm not touched by Christmas, but the extraordinarily is interesting; it sets my fantasy free. I love the childlike awe which strikes me in unusual places and unusual situations. Like riding a bicycle through the city at 3 o'clock in the summer night. Looking behind the curtains in the theater. Going through the fire escape to the roof and watching the world from above. ♥














