Budapest
I’m a big soccer
fan. My roommate at Yale and I have been talking about the World Cup since fall
semester. For me, the tournament transcends even the beauty of the game at its
highest level- when billions (?) of people around the world stop once every four
years to watch the same games and share in the craziness of the world cup, the
cultural mixing and energy is mind-blowing. So as excited as I was for the
tournament to begin, I did not expect to experience the first game in such a fittingly
epic setting. When Neymar scored the first goal of the world cup, I was packed
into a cluster of people from all around the world in a beautiful square
in downtown Budapest called the Szabadság Tér (or Freedom Square). On my right,
was an Egyptian friend I had met earlier that day, on my left a man from
Albania with whom I had been discussing the game. A sea of yellow and green
rippled all around me, including at least a dozen Brazilian friends I had
already met through AIESEC. A Brazilian flag danced above. Blaring horns,
Brazilian drums, people dancing… and pure joy.
Celebrations in the Szabadság Tér following the first goal of the world cup
Though this happened about two weeks ago now, this
moment has accurately represented my time in Budapest. As I told one of my friends
from back home the other day, it has been a multicultural explosion, more
intense than I could have imagined. I’ve been raised to naturally love this
multicultural feel- my mom is from Hungary, my dad is from a French, Caribbean
island named Martinique; I was born in France, have dual citizenship from
France and Hungary, and I’ve lived in the San Francisco Bay Area since ’97. I
came to Hungary through AIESEC, because I wanted to experience the country from
a fresh perspective while still being close to my grandparents and other family
in Hungary whom I haven’t seen in three years now, I wanted to do meaningful
work, and I wanted to be around students my age from all around the world. My
trip so far has been a dynamic combination of these three things.
I’m volunteering at an institution called the
Equal Chances Foundation in Csömör, Hungary, about an hour outside the Budapest
city center by public transit. It’s a non-profit center where people of various
disabilities (both mental, physical, and combined) receive institutional care
and work in various workshops. There are four AIESEC interns here including me.
From left to right, meet Charlene from Singapore, Aya from Egypt, Slavina from
Bulgaria, and me looking way too excited on the right. It’s a great crew, and
we’re having a good time at the Foundation.
Aya,
Charlene, Kriszti, and me in the Ceramics Workshop
Outside of work,
there have been plenty of opportunities to get to meet new people from all
around the world and get to know Budapest and the surrounding area. Just this
past weekend, there was a town celebration in Csömör (which by the way is a
beautiful, peaceful town)- the director of the Equal
Chances Foundation arranged to have someone drive us there and show us around. We watched some traditional Hungarian music and dancing. The dancers are dressed
in Slovakian wear because many of the original residents of the town were
Slovakian.
Traditional Hungarian music and dance at the town festival
We’ve also gone clubbing with our Hungarian AIESEC hosts as well as all the EP’s from around the world (strong contingent from Brazil)- of course this has been really fun. But the chiller events have been the coolest for me. For example, last Saturday night I took public transit to the southeast tip of Budapest, where I spent the night watching the movie Alien in the backyard of a Hungarian AIESEC host- along with a Canadian girl of Afghani origins, a girl from Singapore, a few Hungarians, and a Venezuelan guy. We sat around the fire as we laughed at Private Hudson’s cheesy lines (the movie is worth watching just to laugh at Private Hudson by the way)- the movie was projected on the house’s wall and the stars were surprisingly visible for a big city sky- and though I was super far from home with people I didn’t know well, I felt at peace.
The next morning, I hopped on a bus, and arrived at my grandaparents’ house in a town 20 km outside of Budapest . This was my second trip to my grandparents’ house. I’m planning on going back every weekend, even if just for a day. The weekend before this one was the first time I saw my grandparents, uncle, and cousins in three years (first time since I’ve started college). I used to go back to the town every summer with my family. My grandpa is very sick with dementia, he can barely string together two or three meaningful words, and my grandma spends all her energy day in and day out taking care of him, so it’s been great to go back, spend time with her and support her and the rest of the family! Loving the family time.
Traditional Hungarian music and dance at the town festival
We’ve also gone clubbing with our Hungarian AIESEC hosts as well as all the EP’s from around the world (strong contingent from Brazil)- of course this has been really fun. But the chiller events have been the coolest for me. For example, last Saturday night I took public transit to the southeast tip of Budapest, where I spent the night watching the movie Alien in the backyard of a Hungarian AIESEC host- along with a Canadian girl of Afghani origins, a girl from Singapore, a few Hungarians, and a Venezuelan guy. We sat around the fire as we laughed at Private Hudson’s cheesy lines (the movie is worth watching just to laugh at Private Hudson by the way)- the movie was projected on the house’s wall and the stars were surprisingly visible for a big city sky- and though I was super far from home with people I didn’t know well, I felt at peace.
The next morning, I hopped on a bus, and arrived at my grandaparents’ house in a town 20 km outside of Budapest . This was my second trip to my grandparents’ house. I’m planning on going back every weekend, even if just for a day. The weekend before this one was the first time I saw my grandparents, uncle, and cousins in three years (first time since I’ve started college). I used to go back to the town every summer with my family. My grandpa is very sick with dementia, he can barely string together two or three meaningful words, and my grandma spends all her energy day in and day out taking care of him, so it’s been great to go back, spend time with her and support her and the rest of the family! Loving the family time.
Anyways,
since I started with the world cup experience, I’m going to complete this first
post by recounting how that night ended. After traveling for a good
hour-and-half, our night bus arrived at our stop in Csömör. Unfortunately, all four of us were fast asleep. So I guess I accidentally and literally took a hit for the team when I bonked my head really loudly against the seat
in front of me in my sleep and woke everybody up on the bus (including my three
roommates and myself), just in time for us to get off. People who know me well
know that I have a pretty hard head. So luckily, I didn’t feel a thing or even
get a bruise, and on top of that, I provided some quality comic material for
Charlene, Slavina, and Aya to laugh about for the rest of the summer. I’m glad
my unintended shenanigans came in handy… we’ll see if I’ll top that in the
coming weeks. Next post coming soon since the first one came late, hope
everyone is having a great summer!
-Márk,
Morse College ’15
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