INLOVE-MYSELF

EARTH/EUROPE/TRANYLVANIA-2008-JAN+FEB
Transylvania.2008.These are the location and the time ,which I consider to be enough to know about.During the day it is a place like all the others.Just a humanised surface of the earth (not as a planet , but as a place).
Saturday-dawn.5 o'clock.Workers are just hurrying to the station. Studs and kinders are asleep.
Their "shift" at school will begin next week.They had aweek off.Even the orgies ceased at the cementery's neighbourhood.
The next train should arrive at a few minuts be before 6.Now is the NOW.The packs are ready ,
the strret is deserted.The journey must begin.Swich off the light.Close the dogs not to follow.Hide keys...and get lost!After the silent center , the North End is more alive.Here are the herds.Dogs. Passing the railway and climbing the hill after the setlements .It's a rain coming ,so even dogs are more sleepy and careless.It 's winter ,but rains are coming.The last house does not have yet a fence. The dogs here know me.They are four , like the musketeers.All black.They come along up to the frontiere. There they are turned back.
A hill hides the cartier behind.Beyond it is the city , meaning the central area of the town.A
mile from the last house ,there is a split hillock.There is the first stop and the end of the climbing.The ring at the rail-barrier are announcing the train to Budapest,Hungary.5,27.
Up to the peek there is an easier way,but the only thing that culd be seen is the snow remained up here ,where the weather is colder.The street is full with unseen pits.This is more an outpost of the wilderness coming next, then a sign of the downhill "civilization".Here one can pass along the road , on the grass.In winter 'cause the ice on the road, in summer because of the pits.
Arriving to the summit in hurry,it's 7 in the morning.In the valleys below there are small vilages around.In south is the town.In west can be seen the "highway". There comes the bread-car.Others do not travel saturday ,before morning.Here in the top a cold wind is blowing from the northwestern mountains.
In this side of the hills , the road is in zig-zag.Sometimes at the hill-terraces ,and then at the ravine. A few years ago , when the "rainy climate" begain, a portion of the hill above the road slided taking the road with it. A few blocks of stone were brought, because in week-days many trailers pass at this point.But the repairs are still a long way and the ravine gets bigger and bigger.Beyond this region there is seen the next 3mile-village, the end of the night-walk.
So ,I pass about the woods , by the Strance orchard.The light is getting stronger as the sun arises.Allways in the shaddows of the hills , I arrive at 7,30.The gypsies at the end of the village are getting out for the first time today.Few women are chatting in front of the grocery. Here is my other home and a long-long weekend is beginning.
Within a few weeks these night-walks will be over.But I'll miss them.My senses developed because of th darkness. Seeing-smelling-hearing-feeling the up-coming.The last 8 years.The next 8 years other matters are set forward.I am that I am not.