We arrived in Budapest only to find that there was no Budapest
at all. At least the Budapest that we performed in during the last
century was no longer there. And we had a night of rememberances
(it happens so rarely)... And not only Hungary... We remembered
other stories, of Yugoslavia, of Budva, of Belgrade, and Zagreb
We didn't have www.derevo.org
then as we do now. And the fairy tale element of those trips seemd
alive.
News of old times.
Budva.
Yugoslavia. The seashore. A white withered castle. No shadows.
+40C. DEREVO improvises at night not wanting to go into the Hotel.
We sleep on the hot stone floor. We go swimming in the morning.
Dima Tyulpanov decided to wash his tuba, too. He placed it in water
not far from the shore and fell asleep at the sand. He wakes up
and sees someone washing another tuba. "Great, - thought Dima,
- this is such a musical town". He slept for another hour,
woke up and saw another handsome man with moustache holding a tuba
above the water. "Such a good town Budva, - decides Dima, -
very creative. They even have established a place for tuba washing.
By the way, what a smart person I am! Musician heart, no less
"
When Dima finally woke up in the evening, he dragged himself into
water, only to find that there was no tuba. The Tuba had been stolen.
The keeper said that yes, he saw various people playing the tuba,
and then along came the owner, who took it out of the water and
carried the tuba away. And Lena Yarovaya from the neighboring island
saw the shine of metal, blue water, wet golden body and thought
that a war may not yet come...
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