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Yeah back again, after some hiatus.
I've been terribly busy in the past few weeks - as a friend says: I've been buzzing like a bee.
Crazyhouse started at work and will be like this until the last week of July. Overtime and overtime and weekend shifts and overtime again - it does not leave too much of spare time in my hands. What is more: it makes the preparation for my next kyu test a real challenge, as I can just only tear myself out from work for trainings. Practising myself solo at home is beyond any possibilites at the moment.
So although I though this upcoming test will be an easy one - I started to entertain doubts about it.

I painfully suck with hanbo, it seems that everything I learnt and new before I forgot by now. I get it in my hands and just can't do anything with it, I feel completely burnt out and clueless. I think it is because I am exhausted but then again the question arises: what kind of knowledge was that which disappeares when one gets tired and exhausted? Very questionable knowledge. Anyway, we'll see what I can bring out from this.


Toshi-san was here again and left a week ago. It seems that it was the last time he could come to Hungary and the last time for us to meet and talk. We went to a Japanese garden on one of the islands in the Duna river in Budapest. I thought I would show it to him and I also wanted to see it again as the last time I saw it was a few years ago. It's however been a great disappointment. It was dirty and dark and it looked like noone really took care of the garden. It's a shame. Toshi-san also shit-scared me while we've been walking in there at night: he pointed at some big dark something in front of us and said: "look, isn't that a dead man?" I made a perfect yoko tobi and then of course we laughed hard, it was funny how I got scared of that big branch that broke off a tree and looked like someone was laying on the ground.
Toshi-san finally left Hungary on Saturday morning, and as I knew it's been the last time we saw each-other, and I had to go to work anyway, we met for a last breakfast in the city centre before he left for the airport. Limited time and knowing that it's the last time we can talk made it really special. It's been always very good to meet and talk to him and I think a cool light friendship has developed between the two of us.
This time I was especially glad as I think I managed to handle the fact of loosing a friend with a good attitude. Instead of the sorrow, I felt happiness over having been able to share many pleasant hours and that we could have great conversations for that short time that life gave for the two of us. It took some work from my side but did worth! I think this is freedom on some way.

Now I am working with full blast at my office so that I can make it to Japan in a month with no unarranged issues behind. Surfing on the net does not really fit in my schedule nowadays, so if I owe you any kind of response in email or any other way: please bear with some more patience, I will write, but a bit later.

Thanks guys, and enjoy the summer!