(2013-) When coming to São Paulo, Alinka, an old friend of my parents hosted me in her house. I live in a small room, in the old children’s dormitory. The house is in the inner periphery of the city, from outside it looks like a normal middle-class family house. It has a small yard and at the back a small lush garden. To me, it seemed to be a Brazilian home, but Brazilians find it very European.Alinka is a 72-year-old physics Professor in São Paulo University. She emigrated to Brazil after the 1956 years revolution against the Socialist regime in Hungary with her mother and her brother. Her (adopted) cousin, Barna, who lives in the countryside, from time to time, when he has friends or doctors to see, he stays at Alinka’s a couple of days or more. We form a strange and very harmonious living community, we have become family. I never had the chance to spend so much time in someone else’s house. I observe it as an outsider, and at the same time become part of it – our own home is usual and natural and as guest we usually do not stay so long. I observe as the house reflects Alinka’s personality, I can see through it’s system slowly, I feel it’s little changes, it’s cyclus. I melted into home’s life, a few things have changes because of me, and it forms me too.I realize that in fact all homes are such systems, that the space and objects, habitants and guests, foods and plants all form and endless variation of incomparable own little universes. / |
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