In northern slovakia a six story apt-building crumbled down only leaving a room in the third floor intact. Along with some of the steel infrastructure. More than 100 people died. But in this room, which happened to be a bathroom. Had an old man in it. The rescue team that was in charge was very happy to find the man after 3 days. The man though was found in despair. The reason being that as he flushed the toilet the building collapsed, thus making him believe it was his fault.
after Andras had finished the story, he said that it was true and very sad but also funny. Then he said “the best writer in the world could not imagine something so strange, life is best writer.”
And now what you have all been waiting for The adventures of alberto:
First of all I redesigned everything I had accomplished so far: thus the 100 hrs of work where useless and starting all over was quite tragic. However, I did manage to create a small cold cup that’s super simple and very swank. Also, fyi, pauls computer sucks at putting pictures and it takes forever so I will download all of my pictures in a couple of days, it will be a full post of pictures, all links for large ones, so that one may take in all that is hungary. The new redesigned for was then put immediately into prototypic production, which took a rediculous amount of time, the cup is done but i will finish the teapot in a coulple of days. The simple cup and hot liquid cup have been casted, both are successful. I am also casting a clay book, made a bowl design , and will develop my china painting skill with the help of demi-china paint god Illona romule who is here for a month only for china painting. All in all, very busy.
One adventure happened about 4 days ago when. Paul, 3 Hungarian students, and I went to budapest to accompany Andras to the International ceramic studio’s gallery. Andras was in charge for opening and closing the exhibition, seeing that the exhibition wasn’t enough entertaiment we decided to go to the art museum and the history museum which were about two blocks away. Our guide was award winning glass designer Eszter Bosze a hungarian since the other two were turks. She walked at blazing speed whereever we went and after we had seen contemporary, roman occupancy, ancient weapons, porcelain factories and their art works. all of which were humbling experiences, we were bloody tired. I unfortunately didn’t eat whenever the group went to get kebabs and got dehydrated and had a terrible headache, I returned to the gallery, which has a bed in the upstairs and slept for about an hour after pills and water. The group then closed the gallery and we all went to the bus station and came back to kecskemet. Overall it was very fun, it was also very educational.
The hungarian student have been here for two weeks, it is strange to be around them they are very silent, they don’t speak english very well, and most smoke like chimeneys.
Well kids its time to go now, so here is another albertoism: MAY ARMOR’S CLATTER ECHO IN THE MIST FILLED FIELDS
2.Odessius and his men see a small island to the west about 500ft away other than that. It is sky and earth, and all of a sudden. The air grows thick, and Odessius here’s the sound of women’s laughter. Wing shaped shadows dance around his face.