I’ve been busy with a head full of ideas waiting for their turn to burst out (hopefully) one at a time. The first one standing in the line is traveling, such an anxious bastard. Been for a while already, waiting to show me new cultures. Yeah, you heard me, new cultures and happenings and people and museums. Ok the last one was a joke but yes, I really am interested of the other ones. You faggots should try getting interested of them too so you’d have a GREAT reason to get out of Finland for a while.
I had no idea of what to expect of Hungary so I went to the library and borrowed a book of Budapest which is yes, that’s right, their capital city. So I browsed it through. I read about the Danube (Tonava kaunoinen) that flows through the city, the shores packed with bright lights and fancy buildings. Oh wait, it’s written in 1873 by a finnish congressman? Well ok lots of lights at the harbor anyway that’s nice it’ll probably look great in tourist photos.
Fancy buildings yes, some might even be 1000 years old ok fine next one. Parades, uniforms, guns, hills, dirty cheap hookers, spas, river boats, palaces but no churches? great, a shitload of trains that all go through Budapest, men that don’t seem to get tired of doing work they love, surprisingly white men that look like they could be from finland but they act like they were turkish soldiers. Yeah, I bet that’ll be a good start for my world tour but i’ve had enough of the historical buildings and museums though. And hey that’s not what (wannabe) photojournalists should be interested of anyway cos you can find those things on wikipedia. Photojournalists want to be tough guys who fight for their pictures to be newsworthy, they capture photos no-one else could and they’re the best at what they do. Yes, I’ve read the book of Robert Capa and you should read it too.
o yes i’m lovin it!
