eggplant adventures

A certain well known writer, whom some of us call “eggplant,” came to speak at my faculty. So, naturally i went to hear the talk, even though kati had warned me on Sunday exactly what would be said and in what way, since the same writer had spoken in budapest last year. As it turned, kati was completely on target. One would think that if you travelled and gave lectures all around the world, you would learn to look up from you sheet of paper from time to time, but such was not the case with this writer....she seemed to be bored, to be repeating some lines she had said 300 times before. The points she made lacked much conviction. Some of the questions were interesting, but some of the most probing, she deflected. She has made much of her career being displaced, “an exile.” But she is an exile more or less by choice. Or even if she had legitimate reasons to leave her country, which is plausible, the situation which would have made her life unpleasant has been gone for years and today there is absolutely no reason to live abroad “in exile.” There is nothing for her to be exiled from. Yet, it is still the topic of essays and lectures. I guess it would be stupid to kill the golden goose.
After the talk i spent some time in the library establishing that nothing i really wanted was there...then i decided to go home....and thats when things got complicated....
Things on the train were normal until we got to some place calling itself a “garden city” then the train stopped. And the minutes passed. After 30 minutes the drive informer us we would be there “a while” after one hour they decided to evacuate the train. After 90 minutes we were finnally informed that there had been a suicide....the they said that buses would be brought to take us the rest of the distance...but after an hour they annouced that the busses were delayed.....to cut the story short, i left the library at 7:30 and i got home at midnight, starving, exhausted, and wet, since of course it had been raining...