I have now spotted three separate occurences of tree budding in Budapest. One, being a beautiful cluster of what appeared to be pink, floating popcorn on a very small tree. Two, being some small yellow bean-like buds coming out of ends of branches like an adolescent's nail polish. Three, being red balls unfurling on the tree outside the window of a classroom in the school.
Can spring really arrive without being prefaced by a winter? I guess that's when your definition of "winter" comes into play.
This morning, looking out at the gray sky above the Soviet flat blocks, not expecting the flora to be taking their first spring breaths, a colleague told me, "I don't know where to put my bag." We were teaching together today and while I was contemplating the obvious decision of just setting it down on a clean patch of the floor, I thought I misheard her say, "it's unlucky to put your bag on the ground if there's a fork in it, because you will lose all your money."
Maybe I'm making up the fork bit, because it does sound too random, but then again maybe I'm wrong. Anyhow, today I made an effort to place my teaching bag on chairs and desks regardless of the fact that I believe it or not.
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