Sep 30, 2009

on the move

In Budapest, I ran into a supermarket and with the 400 forints in my pocket, bought lunch. Salami: soft and saturated with paprika. Kifli, crescent-shaped white rolls, a reference to an Ottoman invasion. An apple too. I was on my way to the market, and looking for an ATM, but badly needed something to eat. On a bench outside, with trams rattling past and people moving everywhere, I realised I had left my knife at home. So I delicately bit a sliver off the sausage, followed by a chunk of bread. Chew together, then swallow. Trying to look proper, vaguely. This pattern was to be repeated again and again over the next few days.

1 comments:

Marie said...

Great action shot. Jealous. Sometimes those un-perfect meals are the ones we remember the rest of our lives.