Imagine you're lying in a dreary Budapest panel in bed and can not get up. Every day, you people who care for you and help you. You know that one of your visitors will soon go to another country where he is at home. It provides you but before anyone else that comes up in two months and then visited every day. What do you say?
"I'll be waiting for you!"
What else? In front of you is a bird cage with a tiny bird in it. You've seen him for so long that you each spring know him. His singing you know by heart, like other people to learn a foreign language. Beside you is a phone, but out there is no one could call as you go. You have no family anymore. Every day, people who want to help you and take care of you. For you they are the world. Otherwise you can not see your house you could not leave for months. Soon a new member comes into your world, "I'll wait."
waiting. On the young Germans with the long hair, the same name as the Pope and hardly speaks Hungarian.
I look forward to my duties during my FSJ in Budapest. Originally I was to my service perform in the care of young people. This planning has changed me from unspecified reasons. I learned when I arrived in Budapest to Vorseminar that I later in the mobile geriatric care in the district and on Obuda Maltese children's playgrounds, and will also be active in the homeless work. This is a very varied role, that is even more potential for interesting projects and new experiences.
"I'll be waiting for you!" I told one of my future Hungarian "patients" to leave. I will come. Definitely.