...exquisit and unique sound and space conjecture that happened last night ...Boban Markovic orchestra opened the Jewish Summer Festival in the Dohány street synagogue...overload of contextual clashes that left me breathless... born and raised inbetween worlds, stuck within the seams of the fabric of life, unable to express what one is supposed to be in terms of national, religious, ethnic or cultural identity in less than a complex sentence, I so rarely, almost never, get to immerse myself into experiencing them, my cultures, my countries, my nations, my cultures and religions at exactly the same moment...
... this...
...here...
.. the eyes that listen and the heart that hears and a wanderer that feels this is ...right where everything belongs...
...on my way home I walked slowly, looking back and shedding along the way the brassy echoes that were left clinging to my clothes ...I watched them silently roll down the pavement, like the crumbs released to remind me where to return once the night passes, smiling at the fact that my neighbor the building, the temple of someone else in a country where we are both strangers, bears an imprint of Byzantine ornaments on her facade just like I wear the face of my own Byzantine genetic architects ...
... this...
...here...
.. the eyes that listen and the heart that hears and a wanderer that feels this is ...right where everything belongs...
...on my way home I walked slowly, looking back and shedding along the way the brassy echoes that were left clinging to my clothes ...I watched them silently roll down the pavement, like the crumbs released to remind me where to return once the night passes, smiling at the fact that my neighbor the building, the temple of someone else in a country where we are both strangers, bears an imprint of Byzantine ornaments on her facade just like I wear the face of my own Byzantine genetic architects ...
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