Episode 10: Tenerife
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Back to the Fireplace / Vissza a kályhához
A hungarian proverb for when you tried an idea and failed, so you have to go back to think it through and start from where it originated from: a cold night thinking in your armchair next to your fireplace.
Portugal presented a new direction: I can totally see myself in a village on the long run, somewhere in the middle of nowhere, far from a buzzing city, where I can be with my thoughts and the options around me are not overwhelming me. Closer to nature, claiming my space, diving into my projects and last but not least: sitting on my butt, not drifting.
A good experiment is when one learns from it. This was a very good experiment.
Inspiration
The rest of the summer went slow to my liking. Built a deck over my parents house with a stunning view. I bumped into my flight instructor who invited me for a random trip where we sit in a van an go wherever the whether works. In two days. Of course I was in.
So we drove to Annecy where I learned how to fly in the Alps and I did pretty much my first ever cross-country flight among these incredible mountains, crash landing on the top of one and taking off twice to get back to the official landing.
A honeymoon session week spent in the hearth of Switzerland waved an idea of me leaving for yet again a new life.
Collective Trust
If I had to sum up what I perceive is the problem with my little home country would be the saying: "we solve it the smart way" (megoldjuk okosba').
It shines clear how the assumption of rules being for the people never was there. It's pretty hard to explain to people west from us but imagine that power is not distributed to the competent, but rather to someone who knows someone.
Everyone constantly tries to outsmart the system and each other, acting in an arrogant way bending the rules to their benefits. As you face this day-by-day you loose the trust in society and assume that the next person will also behave like that. The third person "authority" handles the problem by making more rules, not for making your life better, easier and safer, but rather that you can not keep them all and once you get in their way they can use those rules against you.
That is the feeling I get whenever I deal with anyone from the Hungarian bureaucratic system. Let it be the electric company or the tax agency.
If a community's rules make the individual feel left out and not in control they'll stand up and walk away - best case - or "solve it smart" avoiding prosecution.
I knew all this and still went for it - as the famous Hungarian proverb says: "what did you expect running into the dick forest with an open mouth?".
When the teacher (and quality assurance inspector) said on the electrician course that "you really do not think that we'll teach you here how to be an electrician, right? We're just here to get you through the exam" and also asks the rhetorical question after a 6 hour ego trip that "what standards do you follow? All of 'em, it does not matter, we'll fine you anyways" - you get a little taster of what this mentality leads to. He did not even feel that something's wrong.
Dive
I never finished the course, I asked for my money back, then dove into a little episode of depression over my possible futures. Second round of Covid lockdown, not many places to go to. Until my sister found me with her idea of spending some office time in Tenerife, as her office was also closed till summer and sad grey winter Budapest is much less attractive than something that has a beach down on the Canaries, so why not? One way tickets, 5 months apocalypse tourism.
People
The few friends with the liberty of coming there were the key to the epicness of the story. They arrived, one after the other, finding ourselves in a post-dorm tight-knit community. Regular trips around, becoming regulars at the local italian places and the bakery, having the unit workout walk to Boca del Paso, the 2-3 hour Grand Tour paragliding sessions from the pirate starting spot to the pirate landing in front of our house, morning terrace stalking of the local dogwalkers, afternoon working sessions on the matrass of our terrace where regularly fell asleep, occasional hikes to random parts of the island and the home office became the usual everyday activity of the Adeje headquarters.
No privacy, flashbacks from the dorm life, 10 years before. It's very hard to describe. As time passed we grew closer and did understand each other better. A small stop in reality where we built a world that we knew was only a transient slice of time in which we existed. Non-reproducible, just like an Erasmus experience.
More People
Even though we did not really try as we were a pretty closed up, we made new friends too though paragliding. Our endeavors of flying ended in beating one of the records of the island on the northern side, getting lucky with the weather and the perfect wind.
Another slow Summer
As the people left, it really felt like the exchange semester good byes. An unrepeatable private experience. I moved to Switzerland for the summer to check on that honeymoon session, and was fairly impressed in how nice it is to live there in a slow way. Bought a city bike, thinking I'll stay there for more.
Autumn came, a little post-erasmus reunion, then renting my flat through AirBnB for the time I am moving to the colder edge of the continent, England.