friends

I have friends, or I hope that I still have the friends that I used to have. So passes 5 years in a foreign land ("gurbet").

Lately I met 2 people who are getting a doctoral degree . One lives(-ed) in USA, the other Switzerland. Both now want to go home.

I feel I am at the threshold of foreign life. In some ways indeed the feeling that I have had enough amplifies. I want to run back to what I am used to. I want to expect guests in the evening, pouring tea right after placing the bakery to the plates. I want to make up curse words, learn new ones and shout them all I might when the football game is on. I want to answer the phone and talk to people without worrying whether I will understand them. I want to gossip about the neighbors with my grandmother.

So these are what I am thinking about as I am about to go to dinner with his friends. God, just how much I miss so simple, stupid things. Just like my Hungarian friend said, to talk in your own slang is such a luxury!

I have to leave. I _have_ to leave. I have to appear normal, one of them. Breathe deep.