I'm sitting on the train back home, and all I can think of is that this camp was absolutely AMAZING!!
Would you like to hear?
Well, i' m gonna tell you my story anyway :P
The train trip was a total killer - it took 9 hours, ( that is twice as much as I slept the night before...) but I love to feel the realness of a distance when I travel, so I didn't really mind.
We arrived to Cluj Napoca, Romania! The second strangest place I have ever been to! (Or the third. Right after India and Istanbul. Those two will be hard to beat, I fear.)
Let me list you here the main (but truly lovely) strangnesses I encountered here, in Romania, before I reveal the details about the camp (I am becoming a true "story salesman" here, hehe...)
1) Breakfast in the hotel: the mister at the next table with heavy breathing, enormous stomach, oily skin, denim shirt, sunglasses, necklaces and a white cowboy hat he would never take off. He always walked by us very slowly, radiating some serious badassness.
2) The always inappropriate background music: wedding party music at breakfast (that kind when at the end of the party you dance without your shoes already and only the strongest ones are still standing); rock concert, jazz flute, 80's pop and Sinatra ( in this order and right after each other) during lunch, and Gipsy King contra Michael Jackson during dinner/drinkink after dinner.
4) The atmosphere: the little kids running along with the train and waving to us, the beautiful girls everywhere who look perfect at every moment of the day, the tiny alley with thousand years old buildings next to the most fancy restaurants and caffes.
3) The taxi driver: who didn't understand our destination: the "train station" (yes, in English), but after we quickly pantomimed and draw him a train, he got to like us so much, that he stood by his car, waving goodbye with a nostalgic smile while we walked away and entered the train station.
And the list goes on for a very long time, but I stop here to preserve my ladylike misteriousness.
But how was the camp?? - you must ask now, so I'm obliged to continue (for your entertainment only, of course :) ).
As I mentioned already, the camp was absolutely perfect, and even more! Way better than I hoped for! We worked in small groups, and worked hard. From the morning until late in the night, each day, we rewrote, we brainstormed, we reformed and composed. I had the chance to be in the coolest group with the coolest writers and coolest mentor EVER! They inspired me, cared for my work, truly helped with all their talent and all their energy to better my script, so much that they wouldn't let even the tiniest issue unsolved in my story. Of course, in exchange I also gave them the best advices and best ideas I can possibly have to help them develope their work.
It was totally awesome, and now I definitely feel one of them! After a weekend like this I can expressly say that I became ( or maybe I have already been,but never truly believed) an ART MAKING PERSON!!
And man, it feels GREAT!!!
Now, to thank you for reading this morbidly gigantic post, I share with you some photos of Cluj Napoca.
And a little bonus at the end: it turned out that most people I met here, have someone in their past who looks exactly like me. Wierd, but that's not the first time it happens to me. I'm starting to think that I'm THE avarage humanoid of the planet Earth.
To investigate this, I would like to grab the opportunity and make a call to summon all the people (well, girls hopefully) who look just like me! I really want to see how I look from the outsite! :)
Would you like to hear?
Well, i' m gonna tell you my story anyway :P
The train trip was a total killer - it took 9 hours, ( that is twice as much as I slept the night before...) but I love to feel the realness of a distance when I travel, so I didn't really mind.
We arrived to Cluj Napoca, Romania! The second strangest place I have ever been to! (Or the third. Right after India and Istanbul. Those two will be hard to beat, I fear.)
Let me list you here the main (but truly lovely) strangnesses I encountered here, in Romania, before I reveal the details about the camp (I am becoming a true "story salesman" here, hehe...)
1) Breakfast in the hotel: the mister at the next table with heavy breathing, enormous stomach, oily skin, denim shirt, sunglasses, necklaces and a white cowboy hat he would never take off. He always walked by us very slowly, radiating some serious badassness.
2) The always inappropriate background music: wedding party music at breakfast (that kind when at the end of the party you dance without your shoes already and only the strongest ones are still standing); rock concert, jazz flute, 80's pop and Sinatra ( in this order and right after each other) during lunch, and Gipsy King contra Michael Jackson during dinner/drinkink after dinner.
4) The atmosphere: the little kids running along with the train and waving to us, the beautiful girls everywhere who look perfect at every moment of the day, the tiny alley with thousand years old buildings next to the most fancy restaurants and caffes.
3) The taxi driver: who didn't understand our destination: the "train station" (yes, in English), but after we quickly pantomimed and draw him a train, he got to like us so much, that he stood by his car, waving goodbye with a nostalgic smile while we walked away and entered the train station.
And the list goes on for a very long time, but I stop here to preserve my ladylike misteriousness.
But how was the camp?? - you must ask now, so I'm obliged to continue (for your entertainment only, of course :) ).
As I mentioned already, the camp was absolutely perfect, and even more! Way better than I hoped for! We worked in small groups, and worked hard. From the morning until late in the night, each day, we rewrote, we brainstormed, we reformed and composed. I had the chance to be in the coolest group with the coolest writers and coolest mentor EVER! They inspired me, cared for my work, truly helped with all their talent and all their energy to better my script, so much that they wouldn't let even the tiniest issue unsolved in my story. Of course, in exchange I also gave them the best advices and best ideas I can possibly have to help them develope their work.
It was totally awesome, and now I definitely feel one of them! After a weekend like this I can expressly say that I became ( or maybe I have already been,but never truly believed) an ART MAKING PERSON!!
And man, it feels GREAT!!!
Now, to thank you for reading this morbidly gigantic post, I share with you some photos of Cluj Napoca.
To investigate this, I would like to grab the opportunity and make a call to summon all the people (well, girls hopefully) who look just like me! I really want to see how I look from the outsite! :)
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ReplyDeleteAnd where did the people in the camp come from? Only from HU and RO?
ReplyDeleteYes, everybody was from Romania and Hungary. This contest is for Hungarian speaking people. But I think it was very good for me that the workshop was in Hungarian, because like this we could focus on tiny little linguistical details as well, and not only the story in general. :)
DeleteA "künt vagyok a parkoloba" cetliről mi a véleményed? :)))