My previous day begun rather wildly; by a call from a close friend of mine, trying to persuade me to go and join him helping out for Talentmania by just joining the crowd. We would have got paid for it, although not very well. This action was to take place for three days with twelve-hour sessions. I wouldn't hesitate in accepting, were I not to be present in about one hour. I don't like such sudden actions...so with a bleeding heart, I had to refuse. I had already plans for that day and I just didn't want to give them up.
In the evening I agreed to go and sit down for a pizza with some friends of mine, as we didn't di it for a long time already. As we were dining, we saw a pale young woman enter the restaurant-garden. She was hardly visible from under all her baggage and the guitar she carried on her back. She looked a bit confused, approached a man who has just paid his bill and was about to leave. She asked him, in english, whether he was going away, so that she could take his place. He shook his head, as he hardly knew what "english" means. So did apparently everyone else, including the waiter. How typical for this poor city. I was delighted though! A stranger girl! Here! I asked whether she needed help and she looked incredibly relieved upon seeing that there IS someone who she can communicate with. So I became her interpret that evening. I joined her by her table and we talked and found out that we actually do have a couple of things in common, like a passion for languages! Her name was Eeva and she came from Finland. She told me she was travelling trough Europe and now missed a train that would have taken her to Budapest. She confessed she had to wait till the morning and that due to her low budget, she will probably have to sleep on the railway station! Gosh! I couldn't allow that, since I knew too well, how dangerous this city is, because of all the homeless and gipsies-and their meeting point is naturally the railway station, specially at night. I don't dare to think about what would they do with this young blonde with curly hair and big, blue eyes. I offered her to come home with me and sleep there. I didn't have to persuade her, and so we were host to a very interesting guest that night. This would not have happened if I had gone to make the crowd at the theatre. So I have a new friend and Eeva still has her purse!
In the evening I agreed to go and sit down for a pizza with some friends of mine, as we didn't di it for a long time already. As we were dining, we saw a pale young woman enter the restaurant-garden. She was hardly visible from under all her baggage and the guitar she carried on her back. She looked a bit confused, approached a man who has just paid his bill and was about to leave. She asked him, in english, whether he was going away, so that she could take his place. He shook his head, as he hardly knew what "english" means. So did apparently everyone else, including the waiter. How typical for this poor city. I was delighted though! A stranger girl! Here! I asked whether she needed help and she looked incredibly relieved upon seeing that there IS someone who she can communicate with. So I became her interpret that evening. I joined her by her table and we talked and found out that we actually do have a couple of things in common, like a passion for languages! Her name was Eeva and she came from Finland. She told me she was travelling trough Europe and now missed a train that would have taken her to Budapest. She confessed she had to wait till the morning and that due to her low budget, she will probably have to sleep on the railway station! Gosh! I couldn't allow that, since I knew too well, how dangerous this city is, because of all the homeless and gipsies-and their meeting point is naturally the railway station, specially at night. I don't dare to think about what would they do with this young blonde with curly hair and big, blue eyes. I offered her to come home with me and sleep there. I didn't have to persuade her, and so we were host to a very interesting guest that night. This would not have happened if I had gone to make the crowd at the theatre. So I have a new friend and Eeva still has her purse!
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