fearless and toothless in budapest
some of you may remember that i recently had to undergo a terrifying, life-threatening, dental operation. here is some brief and select documentation of that process and its aftermath.
the last photographic evidence of my front teeth in their pure and authentic form, as i head out to face my dental doom. viszontlátásra, fogam!
life is so hard, my comrades. yet some things are surprisingly less hard than you imagine they will be. these things may include recovery from deadly tooth operations. last week i almost died when i had an appointment with a hungarian dental surgeon who fortuitously turned out not to be a creepy psycho killer of the human centipede persuasion. but, yes comrades, i triumphantly survived the near fatal surgery to eat the following delicious things.
home-made potato soup / burgonyaleves
my new friend in budapest, louisa, came over the day after my operation to make me potato soup and keep me company during my time of suffering. but in fact i was in much better shape than any of us had anticipated, and have been recovering relatively smoothly (touch balls).
we topped the burgonyaleves with sajt és petrezselyem
all post tooth-surgery periods demand blended beverages. consequently, another new comrade of mine, cecile, graciously lent me her blender for the occasion, and i have been breaking many food commune rules (implemented single-handedly by our pickiest comrade, mind you) to invent innovative tasty smoothies.
this one probably came about through all manners of unlikely combinations... maybe bananas? spinach? carrot? apple juice? yoghurt? cocoa? blueberries? mint? it was damn delicious though. ignore the evil cat on the cocoa box in the background.
in the days that followed my operation, i read a lot, and watched the wire, imported from prága via imogen, but was fine to leave the house and make merry in almost no time. and indeed it has been a good week for merriment. on monday, i discovered a balkan music night that takes place at a pub down the road from where i live, where a bulgarian woman teaches everyone southeast european folk dances while an all-female band plays a mix of serbian, croatian, and macedonian traditional music.
yesterday the same pub hosted its weekly hungarian folk music night, at which i met a hungarian man who tried to pick me up with the following line: "you know, the best way to learn hungarian is in bed" (it did not work). after i told him what my dissertation is about, he ranted for a long time about "the fucking gyppos" and responded to everything i said with "oh stop it with your jewish propaganda!" it was nemzetti ünnep (national holiday in hungary commemorating the 1956 revolution), and we had just come from seeing the Viktator Himself give a speech outside the hungarian parliament, via running into a super creepy late-night jobbik rally with people brandishing lit torches and fascistic-styled banners, so i was all maxed-out on my tolerance for hungarian rightwing bullshit, and quickly got away from the man before i could pull a comrade imogen and punch him in the face.
post-operation studying at massolit bookstore, my second home in budapest (thanks to comrade roman introducing me to it in the summertime). you can't tell but something in this photo is TOTALLY FAKE.
all in all, life is hard, my dearest friends, but also mostly okay and entertaining. i hope all the comrades are enjoying it these days, whether in prága, london vagy moszkva.
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