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This video is for my friends back home and abroad with new Säuglings or ones on the way. It was taken at Tollwood.
That’s the founder of the family business and a genius when it comes to making up stories with his hand puppets. You will only leave smiling if you have an opportunity to view his demonstration in Munich until the end of December. The family is from Budapest and part of the business proceeds go to help social projects in Hungary and India. For more information their website is: www.bi-ba-bu.hu
butterflies for Hungarian indie film
Another trailer with English subtitles can found here.Last Friday, my closest friend in Munich invited us to view her brother’s very successful work for screenplay and director called, The Investigator or in Hungarian, A Nyomozó.
We met for coffee (more like, ice cream and cola) before we headed to the cinema. As we sat under large umbrellas overlooking the fountain at Stachus, she admitted to me that she felt really nervous. I still feel bad that I didn’t catch on to the butterflies she felt. My mind was wound up over my study material and frustrations over US politics.
We met the boys later at the theater “City” on Sonnenstraße. The theater at 3 in the afternoon was hardly packed. Alex asked Eva, “What’s the film about?” Without saying too much, it is about Mord or murder. I asked: Why is the film included in the Fantasy Film Festival? Is there a unicorn in the film? Her response was no, but there is a crab. ah. crab. And with that the lights went down and the curtains opened.
I won’t give anything else away. But everything from cinematography, to the acting, the humor, and most of all, the story exceed my expectations. The film really reached the level of enjoyment I get from reading a book, which is hardly achievable with hollywood films. I’m not a big fan of modern films that show how people die (for that reason, I loath No County for Old Men), but this time was truly an exception. I left the theater filled with butterflies, having had the chance to be fully entertained by a brilliant murder mystery. I couldn’t thank my friend enough and tell her how proud I was of her brother.
It was shown only once at select theaters throughout Germany during the Fantasy Filmfest. If it comes out in your local independent, classic and international cinema it is a definite must see. Better yet, demand to see it.
Here is the plot summary:
“Forensic pathologist Tibor Malkáv is shy, grumpy, precise – and somehow charming. His mother has cancer, but its treatment is far too expensive for Malkáv’s means. Until he meets the Cyclops, a shady hoodlum, who promises to pay for the surgery if Malkáv kills an unknown person. Malkáv takes the job. Soon it turns out to be the greatest mistake of his life.” Hungarian Film Week
Week in Kastelbell, South Tyrol Italy
There is something for everyone in Vinschgau – families, couples, singles, dogs, cats – especially for those with a love for the out-of-doors..and speck (ham). If you are afraid of heights, hate the sight of fruit trees, or simply must have a steady intake of [insert modern, processed object here], well, here may not be the dream vacation spot. The mentality here is bit like the Carolinas – these good mountain folk just want to be on their own, outsiders. But the smart ones know the benefits of belonging to a larger country, mainly education.
Here’s a video slideshow of our trip, as a present to Alex from his parents for earning his Doktor-Ing. Google reduced the quality, but also our camera couldn’t take the intense sunshine or we’re just unskilled, hobby photographers. One day, I’ll learn to edit better. But with this digital age, I’ve forgotten how to be more choosy. Enjoy.
Signs, Signs
Occasionally, you’ll find a few info signs written with a bit of English text, but one thing is for sure, every thing is written twice – in German or Italian. As we drove along, the languages on signs would flip-flop between villages. We figured if Italian was written on top, then Italian was the majority language for this particular village. In Kastellbell, where we stayed, German was on top. But it’s not like the German I know: ein bissel is süddtirolish for ein bisschen or a little.
Maxing the Mountains
Mountain biking here is insane. The day after we arrived, we attempted to ride up to St. Martin, an elevation difference of 1200 meters. I’m an out-of-shape flatlander, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me from victory. But we didn’t make it. Blast the sun and somewhere an hour or so into the trek we realized we didn’t have any money with us. I was demoralized at the thought of having no beer at the summit. Good thing my bike is a dream, but demanded way more skill than I could muster. On the downhill trail, I fell off my bike because my tire got stuck on a pinecone. Geesus. A pinecone! Mr. Cube forgave me and luckily I live to tell the tale.
Rome Slideshow
Remember the days when dad would pull out the white screen and set up the slide projector. Well here’s the digital and condensed version. All the same, still a lot of work to sort out about 250 pics. Without further ado. Our trip to Rome.. in less than 14 minutes.
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