cities(Paris-Istanbul-Oslo)

Cities can be seen, eaten, smelled, lived in, touched..but most of all they can all touch something within me...

Paris is a superjoyous city where you feel so romantic men start to notice you and you start to notice that the woman in you still hopes to be with that last one, the one you find difficult to forget or let go.
Paris is culture-and that is FANtastic (FUNtastic) to a 'culture-snob' fanatic..and when you start scrying in front of THE Renoir pic. (of two girls bending over a piano)in the Orangerie you realize no matter how ols you may grow you will never ceize to be the 14yr old wanting practically 'live and die' in the museum.
Paris is great when it comes to the freedom of getting around as it is a fantasticly bikeable city!:)
/not mentioning how much fun it is to scream loud 'non volgio morire ancora...ti amo ti amo ti amo' when entering a roundabout at night followed by a truck as huge as the WTC/

But the best in paris is mainly a crazy NewYorker called Sarah who makes you LIVE the city:
takes you to the coolest wine-bar, the most crowded 'szimpla'type place at the riverside, ends up at a rockconcert at an ex-trainstation with you and makes you cry so much that you have to cry!

Istanbul. The city where continent and cultures meet...and people too...(and fates maybe..but lets not run so much ahead!). Istanbul is LIFE. Istanbul is LOVE. Istanbul is everything and full of it. It is FULL. yes, it is crowded..but not much dirtier than Rome, and yes, the traffic is crazy and you awake and fall asleep surrounded by smells and noises, but any passer-by is likely to treat you like the 'best thing that has happened to him/her' in a while and no matter what time you set out to see this-and-that you are likely to end up drinking tea or eating kebab with total strangers who may become your best friends for 2days..in Istanbul even the most antisocial British tourist becomes an open-hearted creature who smiles back at you when you greeat her with a smile.
But the best, again..is that thanks to H. i LIVED the city, the Bosporus, the traffic, the food, the Bridges and the Princes Islands.:)

Oslo. Clean and Clear.(Mh..just like the facial thingie...Oslo's habitants are wearing the perfect 'im polite and well-off'mask...and no matter how happy they may be for the sun is shining they would never give you more than a polite smile at hardly visible at the corner of their mouth). Walking this big and horribly pricy town I realize that the only thing it really reminds me is any bigger Swiss city..but that we (people from 'eastern'Europe) need cities full of contrasts, noise, dirt, underground and mainstream, shocking and smartly dressed, laughing and conventional. Oslo is nice, but too organized and in spite of the numerous art-exhibitions I seek to go elsewhere, or simply back to nature..or back to enjoying the company of my non-standard Norvegian girlfriend, Marit, who shines like the sun when she smiles.

And back to Budapest...is always a shock and a relief, love and hatred, belonging and not...