Just came back home from the sunlit and birdsung, yet so gloomy city of Budapest.
It had never happened to me before: to arrive to a place for a cancelled (well, postponed not cancelled, but at the moment cancelled one can say) Sisters gig. There have been better and worse ones, but never a one that just didn't happen. And with all my love and devotion, I hadn't realised just how important The Sisters are for me, and how pointless, ugly, boring and meaningless even the most beautiful town can be without their presence around.
Oh how I cried in that dark room in hotel Gloria, and how I cursed.
(NOT for The Sisters for being ill, but for the ill economy system of this world which makes it, erm, a bit unadvisable for an average Polish person with an average Polish salary to pay for European hotels and trains and busses without a reason. Y'know, for the past few months my cats have been eating mostly leftovers from my aunties instaed of Whiskas to make it all possible, etc.
) But then as the anger passed, all I could think of is Get Well Soon, and stay in bed for as long as necessary, I hope you have lots of good people around to bring you chicken soup or fresh buckets or whatever else you need.
If all turns out well, I'll do my best to arrive to the rescheduled dates BOTH Zagreb and Budapest (actually, now that Zagreb is a Sunday, it's even better after all).