i am thinking of going to hungary... i got this here grant to do a
cd-rom of various thingies i do... or don't do, cause right now i'm
real lazy, okay will do, once i stop being lazy... just in time too,
seeing as i was on the brink of serious (lazy) starvation soon...
except then i got to do a website for money... which i really really
hate doing but what the fuck... dog's gotta eat, ya know, with money
from the evil forestry guys... who are driving me crazy with their
decision-by-committee undo undo crap... so anyways, then i got this
here grant that i was not even expecting, i totally forgot i applied
for it and then it an envelope arrived, fuck, more junkmail i thought
but luckily i looked before pitching and so then i gave a little
(discreet) screamette, yowza, and rightaway took several friends out
to dinner... and now i am thinking i might go to hungary to do the
thing i have been wanting to do for ages.
the thing i have been wanting to do is a thing my father wanted to do
but then he really didn't have the money to do and then he croaked,
oh you know. fathers do that, they die. the thing he wanted to do was
to go up into the mountains of transylvania which is not really
hungary but romania although it was the oldest part of hungary until
it got snatched in some battle and all the hungarians are still real
pissed about that and make lots irate parlamentarian speeches about
it but the romanians just go, haha, fuck you. so there it sits, the
oldest part of hungary, in the middle of romania, and the romanians
really hate all the people who live there, and the people who live
there really hate the romanians. the usual shit.
the thing my father wanted to do was to go up into the mountains and
find a little village where a man lives, well, he too might have
croaked by now, cause now he'd be very old. this man saved his life
during ww2. as he told it, the family legend, there he was at the
front, having been taken there by the hungarian army which was allied
to germany, to essentially make croak digging ditches as they would
do to young men of his racial/religious/whatever persuasion. and as
he was vigourously being encouraged into the afforementioned state of
non-being by an enthusiastic application of beating, a giant in the
uniform of the hungarian transylvanian regiment appeared. after a
minute or so of watching the festivities, he turned to the other army
guys and said, well, why don't you just give me that there jew and
i'll take care of it. the other army guys laughed, said sure. so the
giant grabbed my father and slung him over his shoulder and walked
off with him towards the woods. and kept walking. and then he nursed
my father back to health and hid him in a village until the end of
this is how my father survived the war. his wife and kid and parents
and brothers got croaked, though.
anyways, as i said, he always wanted to go find the giant
transylvanian, the family legend. i have his name and the name of his
village in the mountains. konya antal from zagony. i might have even
mentioned this story before, i have been thinking about it for a
while. to go there and make a little miracle or something. the guys
might be dead now but his family will still be in the village, people
there stick around.
as i said, i might have mentioned all this before, seeing as it has
been on my mind a while.
but now it looks like i almost have the money to go. almost enough,
just a bit more, maybe the forest evilsguys will pay up in time.
cause if i go this year, i have to go in the next few weeks, can't
travel in the mountains after mid september, things get snowed in.
and i would still have to arrange for a guide and a driver and such.
i will know in a few days.
isn't that exciting? i sure sure could use an adventure and a
miracle-ing. miracle-ing is, you know, the best. fluxus. art. and
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