prodigal dog

well, he found a way to escape, and we still can't figure out how. He didn't show up since yesterday until this afternoon. I was walking with Alan on his way to the Ujpetre for the Sunday afternoon Hungarian lesson (pub, as it happens, called, Dark Dog). Bonzo was walking the other way, and from his neck hung a wire - it was a snare, said Alan, who knows about these things. The little pain wasn't hurt - could have been dead. He is chained again - we just cannot figure what to do with it. At least he left (our) hens alone this time. They were allowed to go free on all the garden.
They are still laying very nicely, bigger and bigger eggs.

I've been to Budapest for a few days, the main object of the visit this time wasn't just to spend time with my mum, but to widen my narrow classical music horizon; we went to see the piano-concert of a modern Italian composer, Fernando Mencherini. The venue was the beautiful Italian Institute of Culture. Well, some of the music was enjoyable, some of it interesting, and some of it - well, was enjoyable when stopped... so it was better than I expected!
I had a nice walk around Nagymező street, it was such a perfect autumn afternoon on that day. There are a lot of interesting looking cafes/restaurants one after the other in that area.

Mustafa, our resident Algerian businessman and gentleman gave me a lift home on Friday, he told me the story of their misfortune with one particular administrator at the immigration office; it seems to me a clear case either of racism or willful obstruction in the hope of a bribe. Mustafa is losing a lot of money, as he can't freely travel at the moment, waiting for this permit for about 8 weeks now.

We managed to put on all the winter curtains and fillers in the double windows. Besides the tv-tower painters, we also had an English guy, Richard, late-booker for 4 days, a pleasant surprise for this time of the year.

It's Zoltan's exam next Friday - keep your fingers crossed (in a skeptical way); I think we'll have a chance...

Oh, yes; and on Monday I turned up to the village council meeting - I was the only one from the democratically minded population there, besides the elected representatives. It was useful to know what is going on. There will be a village referendum about speed limits for heavy agricultural machinery (they are shaking these old mud-brick houses to bits, not designed for such traffic) and about the sewage options - I tell you about all that another time, it is too traumatic for one go...

pictures show dark dog Bonzo feeling guilty (maybe) after his last escapade; Alan's trailer now fixed, tried and working, with the expert help of Zoltán; and a november view with church and free chickens.