The river in-between


Whenever I feel utterly lonely – in the midst of the unfamiliar faces and strange language – I go to my favorite place in Budapest: the Danube. I just need to be close to the river and watch it flows downstream.

The Danube is not “home” but somehow it connects my old and my new life. When I stand on the riverbank or walk by one of its’ bridges, I enter somewhere inside me where I keep my fond memories. And I smell the sea air, I listen to the waves, I feel the sunlight of my childhood in Vitória, Brazil.

I am between the old and the new, the known and the unknown. I need to cross the bridge but it will still take me a while.

By Eliza Muto

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