Well, what happened to me? You know, when you least expect, when you don't care, just let things go and you're just yourself then.... - you fall in love. That's the thing exactly happened to me.

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On Sunday we went to Knesselare to Sammy's place to have a Hungarian dinner with his and my family. It was more than perfect! ;)

My mamatje, omatje, Sammy's mum and dad, his oma, her husband, Dogucan - yeah, it was just perfecto. That home is so amazing - all the artistic vibration - Patty's paintings, music, candles, big cat, guestbook. We cooked, Dogucan and Sammy's papa played the guitar together, we had great talk, I danced a bit with my mummy, read Hungarian poems in English and Janos vitez in Hungarian (I really enjoyed it - first time in my life I read poems to other people without feeling nervous or pressured) and everything was so real, so wonderful. The whole amazing family - they love Hungary. It's so great to feel that these people love your country so much - it just makes you appericiate it more. We laughed, felt joy and bit of sadness, my mum cried a bit. Smiles and tears...

Sometimes we cannot really express ourselves merely by words because our feelings are not like exact lines or things which we can put on labels by sticking some letters. And when we search for other forms of expression art begins - music, painting, dancing, poetry, it can be everything. Amazing how they connect us - the music reflecting all the emotions, the paintings with their colours, dancing with the language of the body and the melodic rythm of words, sentences used in a special context. They generate similar feeling in all of us - of course not the same ones as there are no two same personalities but I just recently realized that I'm not alone with my feelings. I might think that they're unique (and of course they are!) and I'm the only person feeling that way but everyone of us experiences happiness, love, jelousy, sadness, the suffering of losing someone, the melancholy of saying goodbye, the uncertanity, the request for finding our real self. These things are so human, so natural... And when you see the reflection of your feelings in another person's eye, when you look at yourself in the mirror of his or her eyes and you like the person whom you see, when your reflection just becomes one with the person standing in front of you and you can communicate without saying a word - then yes... I think that is love. A wonderful-wonderful thing.

But the needles of the clock are just rushing around cruelly...

On Monday we had a nice little dinner together, Dogucan came and left - seaside, sunset, some strange senses (ok, that's just for the poetic style:)

Thuesday I had to rest a bit - we took the tram with my mum and gran and went to Knokke for a short while. We spent there an hour or so and then we had to return to Oostende for the African dance. Although I felt really tired in the beginning I got a lot of energy from dancing and I felt great. Then we walked home on de zeedijk  with mamatje and had a great talk.