Travelling alone

I like to travel alone, because everything I see is only mine. It is only me who knows the people I saw or talked to. I can decide, if I want to share my stories with others, I can transmit through the camera what I see, if I want to show it. In a world, where I am constantly surrounded by others, it is different to be surrounded by them, if they are not from the city I live in.
In an unknown city the crowd is something mystical, something which consists of interesting individuals who need to be discovered. Since I want to get to know the place, I am open for the people as well. I am observing how they dress, talk, walk, smile, are angry or sad. When I think about the places I visited, I remember also the faces I saw.

I also remember interesting scenes. What I could not take photos of, because everything happened so fast, or because the situation was so intimate. Even though I have the camera with me, sometimes I can not break that intimate atmosphere with pointing it at what I see.

Today I saw a couple on the tram. It was going through not so rich neighborhoods of Budapest. Those two people were in love and it would have been a beautiful picture. They were not rich, or particular beautiful either, but the honesty of the emotion between them was one of the most beautiful human action I saw lately. Those two people loved each other. you could see even from how the guy was holding the hand of the girl, or how she followed her trusting him, that they really belong together.

But I do not only discover love when I am travelling alone. I see also people suffering, walking lonely, talking to themselves. I see drunks and homeless people. But I see also children laughing and playing. Stylish people, middle aged people with shining eyes and still full of life. Beautiful old people, and when I see their peaceful faces, I think of that that may be if you live your life honestly at the end of it you can have this beautiful peaceful face as well.You are content and happy with everything as it happened. Of course I meet also wild and crazy people too.

And when I am tired of people I can go to a cafe and drink my latte in peace. No one calls me, they know that I am on the road. If I am tired, I go back to my hotel room, listen to some music or sleep a bit. I build the cities in my mind.