September jollies

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September list of Pleasures

City of Thieves by David Benioff

City of Thieves

City of Thieves

I spent a week leafing trough the adventures of the half-Jew Lev and the young soldier Kolya on the way to accomplishing their secret mission: to find a dozen of eggs in time of war.

The scene appears to be Leningrad and the surroundings during the Blockade of the city during the World War II, notoriously known as the longest and toughest siege of city, lasting around three years.

One night 17-year-old Lev, who leaves alone after his father is killed by the Russian secret police and her mother and sister fled, is arrested for stealing from a dead German pilot. The fortune brings him together with Kolya, who is caught for deserting from his unit in the same prison cell. Instead of being killed as aspected, both are given the special secret task: to find a dozen of eggs for the wedding cake of the colonnel’s daugher.

Written with a great sense of humour, describing the row details of the life under siege, City of Thieves has been examining how the universal humanities like friendship and love are surviving in the darkest times of the human history.

Moreover, what a pleasant surprise to read such a Russian book by a New York born David Benioff (with Russian descent of course, but still!).

It was Hemingway who said if you live in Paris as a young man it would stay with you whenever you move further. Not sure I am this young as Hemingway refers and I am not even a man, but I am about to move to Paris soon and only the concept of moving to a city evoking numerous of associations, memories and dreams across the globe, is so gripping. Bref.  Rob (who spends a good-more-than-a-half-month in Paris already) and I had a romantic weekend crossing the streets of 6th, 14th, 15th and 16th arrondissements, in order to get more familiar with preferable place to look for an apartment. Autumn has already set comfortably around, covering the sidewalks with rusty leaves and shiny chestnuts, promising good days ahead. My French has been also progressing lately, so all is good. Cannot wait.

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Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is flower. 

Albert Camu

This time of the year has been always time for changes for myself.

Five years ago, together with my dearest Visha, we set off for a the city of sun, not even having a single clue how many lists of pleasures an Erasmus program at the University of Szeged could jot down. Glamorous days of Hungarian school, Hungarian rock concerts and late evenings on the third floor of the house in Makkoserdősor.

An year later, again in September I moved to Budapest and somewhere there, during that dinner in the Azerbaijani étterem in  Hajós utca I got head over heels in love with Rob!

And then, two years later, again, we came to Milan.

So, when days grow shorter and the first sensation of cold is in the air, I carry a pinch of silent excitement in my bag.

Further favourites:

Don’t Forget Who You Are by Miles Kane. This guy is so talented.

Sunday mornings home between the white and blue linens. Clouds and pieces of roofs are creating masterpieces in window frames.

Waking up to this: hey hey can you feel it the way it – you the thump in your chest you make my feet move  you turn my head – that’s why i love you the best…

The pizzette of Al Pizzetta in via Montenero. Thin, remarkably soft and deadly delicious. They will bring me to the carbohydrate’s hell.

The afternoon light in September, airbrushing the rooftops in red.

Jonathan Glazer’s Under the Skin movie

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