I found a book in Hungarian in my first week in Budapest. It was abandoned on the ground near Kiraly utca. And I decided to keep it as a souvenir.
I thought, at the time, that I was going to have a countless amount of moments that would lead me to save various other objects as souvenirs for when I returned home.
This book turned out to be one of the few, as my stay in Budapest was abruptly interrupted due to the pandemic. Forcing me to return after a month and a half.The book turned out to be even more valuable than I expected, as it is a reminder of the beginning of my Erasmus experience.
Currently I am at home, with the days passing by and gradually losing track of routine. I started to write down some thoughts, quotes or news headlines related to COVID-19, which I wrote down so as not to forget. I pass them on to post its with a typewriter and put it on the pages of the book.
I don't know what is written on those pages. But by putting the post its on them I create my own narrative, like a compilation of daily confessions.
Of the few places I go outside to is the dustbin, and I’ve found the book abandoned or forgotten in a similar place.
By putting the book near the dustbin, I try to question its value: now that it has my thoughts written down, would I be able to abandon it?