Building a house

London express

Here is the collection of moments of how we were making our house with some of the most important participants too. The girl in charge is missing though, Eli from Barcelona, but the rest are here. In the middle is Kristof, 23 year old Hungarian, who genuinely reminds me of my favorite philosopher Diogenes. He can do everything and wants nothing back, because he despises slavery of working for money (all he wants is to travel and draw, pounds he needs only for paints and tobacco). He is subversive in the most delightful way, so my abs hurt from laughing as they didn’t for a long long time; he fixed our toilet doors and marked them with some fine graffiti, which reveals his idea of extreme shitting, also a fresh suggestion for an Olympic discipline for London 2012.

In the left upper corner are my three Hungarian neighbors, who helped me with flower sofa for my room three floors up (f..king nuisance) and are absolutely the kindest guys around. They are old squatters and they sorted out their apartment in no time, found internet signal and in the evenings they organize movie nights in Pako’s huge room, which looks like a Buddhist temple. Instead of popcorn we eat sushi or Pako’s biscuits (he is a vegetarian chef), enjoy special sandalwood scents and with Eli we feel treated quite like squat princesses.

Other remarkable boys from Budimpesta and around are Andor the artist, Peter the lovely gipsy and Miklos the handsome hippie. After all the help I received from them I could almost say that any new squat girl badly needs at least 5 or 6 upright Hungarians.

Soon my room is going to be ready and then I pray the god of all Slovenians, Spanish and Hungarians to help us live in peace with no evictions. At least until June.