Last encounter with the neighbors

So shortly before I left, there was a bit of an incident involving WAY more people than ever should have been. I had just had Dávid over for a catch up session- it was a nice afternoon with laughing and reminiscing all around. Shortly after he left, my door buzzer rang. I thought it was him and that he had forgotten something. When I picked up the phone, it was someone speaking in Hungarian. It totally threw me off, and in my confusion all I heard were the words "ground floor" and "come now." So, I put on my slippers, shut the door and went downstairs. I didn't turn the light on in the hallway, so I was walking in the dark, and came to the formerly "nasty" neighbor waiting outside her apartment door. She looked at me and said, "come in, come in." I had no idea what was going on, I thought there was an emergency, that was why she called me down. Earlier that day, I had spoken to her husband Imre, and told him I was leaving the next week. He nodded and said goodbye - it was nothing big. Until, I got into their apartment after the vague summons, and saw the spread they had for me. There were cakes, and several selections of beverages. So, I sat down, ate some cakes and started drinking some wine.

Keep in mind, the only words in English that any of the three of them can say is the word "four." I don't know why this one sticks out, but it's true. I worked in my best Hungarian to communicate, but I was still a bit in shock as to what exactly was happening. I sat an conversed - though it was a bit disjointed - and was generally uncomfortable. I was the only one eating, and the other three were staring at me as I ate. It was a sweet gesture, but I wasn't sure what to do while I was there. So I ate, and talked, and ate and looked around and commented on different things in their apartment as being "beautiful" - it was a normal exchange at a Hungarian home (for me that is).

After about 20 minutes of general awkwardness, I was invited over to their computer to look at some pictures. I missed the introduction of who the person was that I was looking at, but it was a four year old blonde with pigtails. I was told to use the mouse to click to the next pictures, so click I did. Using my favorite Hungarian adjective "szep" I clicked through over 100 pictures. The wine still flowing, the conversation lagging, what an appropriate time for the daughter to ask me if I had Skype. What? Skype? I can barely talk to you and you want me to SKYPE you? Doubtful. My answer to her? "Sorry, I'm slow and don't do it." Ugh... I wasn't sure how to break off comfortably because it wasn't comfortable at all, but eventually, I was able to get out. That didn't happen until after I was the recipient of a beautifully crafted hand stitched table runner. I asked her how many hours it took her to make, and her answer was a simple "lots." I barely knew her, couldn't really speak to her, and here she was giving me something beautiful that she spent so much time making.

Getting out of the apartment wasn't the end of it though... I returned to the third floor, and there was a post it note on my door that said, "Carla, your keys are in apartment 3/1." And, it was in English. What? Okay... I went up to the apartment and knocked on their door. Another neighbor who I had seen off and on coming and going from the building answered the door and said, "Your door was open and your cat was on the first floor- so we put her back and here are your keys." Oy yoy.... "I'm so sorry, I must not have shut the door tight and I was down at the neighbors" It wasn't a problem, I got the keys back and off I went. I opened the door to the apartment and Boo was there just chillin like nothing had happened. Then, my cell phone rang... I didn't recognize the number, but I picked it up anyway. "Carla, it's Kata from school - where are you? Are you okay?" "Hi Kata, yeah, I am fine - I'm at home..." "You're at home? Your neighbor called the school and said that you were gone, but that your cat was out and the door was open. You are sure you're okay?" "Yes Kata - I'm fine. I'm home and safe." Almost instantaneously when I hung up, my door buzzer rang again. Seriously? So I went to the door and answered the phone- "Carla, it's Anna, can I come up?" Anna.... which Anna. Well obviously they knew me because she was speaking in English and directly addressed me. "Sure, come on up." It was one of my English teaching colleagues who showed up at my door a few short minutes later. "I was at the Spar and Martha [the headmistress] called me and said that you were gone but that your cat was out of the apartment and the door was open. She is very concerned!" Oh how embarrassing. "Anna, I'm fine. The cat is fine, I was at the neighbors, I thought it was an emergency but it wasn't and I ended up drinking wine and looking at pictures..." She looked over my shoulder to make sure I was in fact okay, and said "are you sure you're fine? Are you here by yourself?" I assured her that I was totally okay - said that the neighbor over-reacted and was just worried about me. I thanked her for coming right over, and told her to return to her abandoned grocery cart at the Spar, that I was totally fine. After I closed the door on Anna, the HOUSE phone rang. Seriously? It was one of those things that I didn't register right away because I rarely heard the noise - but I answered. There was an obviously agitated Hungarian woman on the other end asking me frantically if I was at home, um yeah - you just called the home phone, and I answered it. She followed with are you okay, I said yes I'm fine, and of course asked about the cat. I really like that the cat's whereabouts was integral to the seeming shut down of the school until I was found.

Funny, but it wasn't until the last week I was there that I realized that even though they didn't show it outwardly, my neighbors were generally concerned about me. :)