Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in my little workshop on Kossuth Lajos utca, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be a good one.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I’m a violin maker, right? So, I’m all about that wood. I had this gorgeous piece of maple I was dying to work with. But guess what? I go to the market on Széchenyi utca to grab some supplies, and the guy at the wood shop tells me he’s out. Out! Can you believe that? I mean, what’s a violin maker without wood? It’s like a chef without ingredients. I was fuming, like, “Dude, you had one job!”
So, I’m wandering around, trying to cool off. I hit up the little café on the corner of Rákóczi utca. You know the one? They have the best coffee. I order a cappuccino, and the barista, bless her heart, spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Great, just great.” But then she gives me this cute smile, and I can’t stay mad. I mean, who can resist a smile, right?
After that, I decide to take a stroll by the Fuzesgyarmat Thermal Bath. Man, the steam rising from the water looked so inviting. I thought about jumping in, but then I remembered I had a violin to finish. Priorities, right? But seriously, the place is beautiful. The trees, the flowers, the whole vibe. It’s like a little slice of paradise in the middle of the city.
Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my old buddy, János. We used to jam together back in the day. He’s all like, “Hey, man! You still making those fiddles?” I’m like, “Dude, of course! You know it!” We start reminiscing about our wild gigs at the local pubs on Petőfi utca. Those were the days! But then he tells me he’s moving to Budapest. I’m like, “What? No way!” I mean, who’s gonna play with me now?
So, I’m feeling a bit down after that. I head back to my workshop, and I’m trying to focus on this violin. But my mind’s racing. I can’t get János outta my head. I’m like, “What if I lose all my jam buddies?” I start carving the wood, and it’s not going well. I’m making mistakes left and right. I’m talking major screw-ups. I’m like, “C’mon, man! Get it together!”
Finally, I take a break and step outside. The sun’s setting over the Fuzesgyarmat skyline, and it’s kinda beautiful. I see families walking by, kids laughing, and I’m reminded of why I love this place. It’s home. I take a deep breath, and I’m like, “Okay, let’s do this.”
I go back in, and I’m feeling a bit more inspired. I start working on the violin again, and this time, it flows. The wood’s singing under my hands. I’m in the zone, and it feels amazing. I lose track of time, and before I know it, it’s dark outside.
I step out again, and the streets are lit up. Fuzesgyarmat at night is something else. The lights reflecting off the buildings on Kossuth Lajos utca, the sounds of laughter from the pubs, it’s all so alive. I grab a quick bite at a little place on Rákóczi utca. The food’s cheap, but it hits the spot.
As I’m walking home, I can’t help but smile. Yeah, today was a rollercoaster. But it reminded me of the beauty in the chaos. Fuzesgyarmat, with all its quirks and surprises, is where I belong. And tomorrow? Tomorrow’s a new day. I’ll make that violin sing.