Peter flakes

Honestly I wanted to write here. I logged in and started my post. Then this stupid feeling came that it was my obligation to put here something nice, smart or deep. And as I consider myself the biggest enemy of any obligations... I quit the job.

Present situation: mind is clear, I am sick, tired and quite not in the mood to care about anything but entertaining myself with posting something. Anything. Whatever... and random...

Thursday: went to Veszprém to visit my brother (half) and my nephew (also half but considered full). He is one and a half now and I haven't seen him since December (wasn't aroun, huh!). We arrived and attacked the poor fellow fighting for his attention. He basically gave a shit about us, strangers, didn't even bother himself with getting scarred. Cool kid, but I hope he will get a brother or sister a.s.a.p. otherwise he will be inevitably spoiled like hell. I was wondering a bit about my family: I have this half brother I have never in my life had a real conversation as far as I can remember. I like him a lot and he really is a great guy, smart, lazy and calm. We used to have summer holidays together, besides I see 3-4 times a year. Not much, but I count on him. Then I have my half sister who must be 14 now and - as she was also there - I tried to figure out what do I think about her. Well... actually nothing. She is just a girl who attends these family gatherings and I always ask her about school havinfg no better idea what to talk about. We have very little in common and even if we have I am not much intereted right now to find it. I couldn't help feeling disappointed and ashamed.

Just a little bit back in time, Monday. I was sitting in an institution called Monyo famous for a drink with the same name, that consists of vodka, raspberry syrup and tabasco. Since September I have become a regular there, almost part of the furniture I would say. Well, I am exaggerating of course and even worse! I do it on purpose. Hey, keep an eye on me, I am cheating!
Anyway, it was a peacful evening I was surrounded by nice people: friends and would be friends (it takes time for me to make friends). Then then out of the blue the whole night turned upside down. I started to sense that something was going wrong and I helplessly tried not to pay attention hoping that by this I can stop it evolving. There are those situtaions You wonder how to react or behave - with the certainty that You won't live up to the challenge.

Ok, time machine reloded, Friday. Not far from here I huge building is under demolition and I decided to havea closer look and eventually take some photos. I suffered some delay because in order to accomplish this mission I needed to recharge my batteries. My life is not like a stupid action movie I have my little delays. Maybe that's why I prfefer art movies. Anyway, aprroached the target area (actually I pass by at least twice a day as it's on my way to the Metro) took my cam from the pocket and I had this weird feeling (most of my feelings are kind of weird, maybe I should visit a psychiatrist) as if I was doing something illegal. You know this sense of guilt, I wanted to hide what I was doing. And of course it was self-fulfilling prophecy. Very soon I became kindly surrounded by two of theses low-cost security crews. They had approximately around 8 teeth... together. But even with this outfit they were highly capable to advise me to fuck off. They told me that I was taking photos of a private property (Spanish!!!). Then a real gem came, I can still recall it: "If You don't not want to be beaten up badly (badly!!!) You'd better push Your bike away (I was on foot)" I told them that I was a lawyer (LIAR!!!) and that I knew my rights very well (not exactly true). I tried to look confident but I wasn't! Then they started to shout so I shouted back and at this point I realized that they did not dare to hit me - no matter how many teeth they had. But it was anyway a disturbing incident. I don't want to have a long monologue about democracy and freedom rights but next time I want to take a photo somewhere in the city I will certainly have the same feeling as I had here at the begining and that's not ok, that's not how I want to live. These guys I could handle but they are not the problem rather the sypmtoms of a rotten system. JEEEEEEZ!

List of inconveniences:
1. I haven't talked to Kristóf for almost two weeks.
2. I haven't even sent him birthday greetings.
3. I still don't know Hanna's new address in Venice.
4. I still haven't visited a dentist.
5. I still haven't rented out my flat.
6. I still don't have any idea what to write my diploma work about.