Budapest V Melbourne

21 SEPTEMBER 2021

The outside of the church showed its years of wear and tear that some might call love. The gardens were overgrown, the steps had a dip that only many years of pilgrims passing over them could produce. However, it was holding onto its grandiose history, well just, the tall handmade gates the spire from which the bell tolled each morning still stood tall and proud.

Maybe the junkies out the front or the worn carpet could have given me a glimpse into the area within. A mix of fancy showers and carpet and hallway out of ‘The Shining’, lucky I had the bunny slippers to protect me.

I thought this was a bad spot to be but then I opened my iPad to see the latest news from Melbourne and WTF was going on there. Riots in the street, death in public places due to continued restrictions on civil liberties and promises of freedom to come if people ‘follow the regime’. I had messages saying ‘you are so lucky you got out’. Does this sound like a first world city, a city voted number one place to live in the world or the collapse of a democratic society?

I was loving the new accommodation because it was in Budapest and not Melbourne. Nothing else mattered.

You can’t cage a wild animal.