12.12.2008

BRIGHT BLUE

This morning I woke up to one of my last days in Budapest. The sky is bright and everything feels like it should be colored sunny yellow--all happy and energetic, warm, homey.

Out my window, a woman is airing a bright blue quilt, stark and pretty against that impersonal tan communist block apartment.

Since I've written, I've done a bit of traveling in Western Europe--just Amsterdam and Vienna though. (No Big Ben or Eiffel Tower in sight for this trip.) I have good stories from these cities too, and I will continue to post on the blog during Christmas break and after, when I am less busy and more rested….and after I've mulled over a few things.

Really, the most remarkable places I've been on this trip have been in Eastern Europe. Occupation has ruled the Hungarian (Magyar) people since the beginning of their thousand-year history; first the Turks, later the Hapsburgs, Nazis, Communists…other peoples have trod heavily on them, squelching, burning, snuffing out history and culture and religion with hobnailed boots. But still--that blue flame flickering across the way.

Budapest is bulging bright with vibrancy…its not like cruelty and oppression haven't left their thick swollen scars--they are everywhere. Sorrow and hardship are in Magyar voices, in their anthems, their economy, cityscape and countryside, hunched shoulders. But in spite of all this, we've been kissed on both cheeks when arriving and departing from villages; we've laughed and clapped like little kids at folkdance performances and the symphony; we've been encouraged and invested in by our Hungarian professors; we've been surprised with opportunities for discovery every day in the city.

I'm doing all I can these last few days to gather, protect, slurp up and save every sight and memory. And I think when you ball it all up and look at it, the impression isn't dark and stained or sad--rather, Budapest comes out looking bright blue and hopeful. This image of the scarf-clad woman hanging out her window, her bright blue quilt--this is how I will remember Eastern Europe.

2 comments:

Pat Dornbos said...

"trod heavily on them, squelching, burning, snuffing out history and culture and religion with hobnailed boots" --what a beautifully, descriptive phrase.
The reason you can see hope and beauty in such a marred city is that you have hope and beauty inside you.
Can't wait to see you.
God's speed
Pat Dornbos

Laurie Nieboer said...

Leah--
What a lovely tribute to the city you have called home for four months. You have been a good match for each other and i am grateful.
And now sweetheart, as you enjoy your final days in Budapest we eagerly anticipate your return to us and pray for safe travel for all of you. Looking forward to lots of stories, coffee and hugs.
Love you--
mama