Arriving in Budapest I made myself reflect on the question of how does it feel to be back here. The short reply was: I’m feel in at home, at my home city (or to be precise in one of them) – everything is familiar, I feel comfortable. I love this city. Yet, I’m not sure that I would want to be living here at the moment.
Thankfully, then I’m indeed not living here now, but on my way to the UK tomorrow – and then to live in Finland five weeks. I wonder if London will have the same effect on me as Budapest. I bet Helsinki will – but are there both the same closeness and distance?
After landing in my former home – the Raul Wallenberg Guesthouse of the Collegium Budapest, also the seminar we organised was making me feel at home. My academic families both from Jyväskylä and from Budapest were present. I was enjoying the debates. (My paper presentation was not very good, admittedly – I was having trouble making up the distance that I had created during the two weeks in Cortona. You know when sometimes you can’t really deal with seeing your own text. I have to improve my approach to my own work by the end of this week and the political theory workshops in Manchester where I’m facing the same task…) It had been really important for me to bring these two worlds together, and organise something international here in Hungary for the discourse/rhetoric/conceptual history people, who seem to feel quite isolated often. I’m so glad the Finnagora, the Colbud, the Jyväskylä and Budapest crowds all agreed and later enjoyed themselves. So lovely to see everyone – I wish I could have spent more time with each and every person. Not to mention my other friends in Hungary.
So I went to see my ‘Hungarian mother’ and my ‘brothers’ on Sunday. A lovely day in the countryside – the mother, though, is not doing that well, hard to convince her that she should keep strength and get better. I hope the pictures I showed from my trips, of my niece and the rest of my family, and of my graduation cheered her up. She’s telling me that she hopes she will see me still – I can’t bare the thought that she would not be there. On my way back to the city, the train was an hour delayed – on the trip of one hour – and I felt like in Britain.
Currently, I’m supposed to be in the library, digging on a specific topic that I need to present on at the end of this month. But I’ve been having a migraine and finding it difficult to leave. Besides, the whole morning I was doing administration for my course that starts next week in Helsinki. Now I simply climb up to the Collegium Budapest and later make it to the library. Tonight I will be meeting with a few friends and try to make it to the opening of an exhibition at the Finnagora, and again meet some more people…
The weirdest thing is that recently when leaving Budapest, I always knew when I would be coming back. This time I have no clue – and after all this is one of my home cities and home countries..!
Tomorrow it’ll be good old England. Another story to tell.