Man, what a day! I swear, Tiszavasvári really knows how to throw a curveball. I woke up thinking it’d be just another chill day interpreting for the deaf community. But nah, the universe had other plans.
First off, I hit the streets of Tiszavasvári, and lemme tell ya, the vibe was off. I mean, I love this town—like, who doesn’t? The Széchenyi utca is always buzzing, but today? It felt like a ghost town. I was like, “Where is everyone?” Maybe they were all hiding from the crazy weather. One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s pouring. Classic Hungary, right?
So, I get to the community center on Kossuth Lajos utca, ready to do my thing. I’m pumped! But then, boom! The power goes out. Like, seriously? I’m supposed to interpret for a group of kids, and now we’re in the dark. I’m standing there, trying to keep my cool, but inside I’m like, “What the heck?!”
Finally, the lights flicker back on, and I’m relieved. But then, the kids start showing up. And let me tell ya, they’re wild! I mean, I love kids, but these little rascals were bouncing off the walls. One kid, I swear, was doing cartwheels down the hall. I’m trying to sign and keep up, but it’s like herding cats.
Then, outta nowhere, this kid named Bence shouts, “I wanna be a superhero!” And I’m like, “Dude, same!” So, we start this whole thing about what superpowers we’d want. I’m thinking, “Teleportation would be dope.” But Bence? He wants to fly. Classic kid move.
After the chaos, I finally get a breather. I step outside for some fresh air on the main square. The fountain’s there, looking all pretty, and I’m just soaking it in. But then, I see this old dude trying to fix his bike. He’s struggling, and I’m like, “C’mon, man, it’s just a bike!” But he’s all grumpy, yelling at it like it’s a living thing. I can’t help but laugh.
Then, I head over to the local bakery on Rákóczi utca. I need a pick-me-up, ya know? I grab a kürtőskalács (that chimney cake is life!) and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But the lady behind the counter? She’s super chatty. I’m trying to eat, and she’s telling me about her cat’s latest antics. I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “Lady, I just want my cake!”
After that, I rush back to the center for another session. This time, it’s a group of adults, and they’re way more chill. We’re talking about life, dreams, and all that deep stuff. I’m feeling all the feels. But then, someone brings up politics, and oh boy, the mood shifts. Everyone’s arguing, and I’m stuck in the middle, trying to interpret the chaos. I’m like, “Can we not?!”
Finally, the day wraps up, and I’m exhausted. I walk back through the streets of Tiszavasvári, and it hits me—this town is full of surprises. One minute you’re laughing with kids, the next you’re dodging political debates. It’s wild, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
As I head home, I can’t help but smile. Tiszavasvári, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!