Veszprém, raise your hand if you heard about the place. It’s medium-sized city, pretty and dear to my heart but, other than that, pretty much obscure for, I bet, 95% of the world’s population.
This is what, in my opinion, makes it even more interesting. Veszprém, I’d say, it’s one of those transient locations I wrote about in No man’s land a few days ago. This is where the people you see whilst driving somewhere else actually live.
So, a few days ago, on a quiet afternoon when I happened to be at home, I decided to venture out to take some random photos. Without realising it I steered clear of the city centre and, instead, wandered about in the residential areas, the areas least visited in a transient location. Incidentally, it also started to snow: small, fast droplets of ice that made a small tapping noise when they hit my weatherproof jacket.
This is what I saw.
Local elections campaign is in full swing, with posters swamping all billboards (and beyond). The guy on the bicycle, though, is more keen in picking up something fro the dustbin.
Wishful thinking here. I imagined it to be a travel agent or a tanning salon. Instead, it’s an accountant’s office.
Zastava and Trabi parked outside a local school.
Many of these commieblocks have community gardens with benches. The benches are placed at odd intervals and don’t quite seem to be designed for people to sit down and, well, talk to each other.
Not far from the cemetery, this beautiful manor once hosted an orphanage. Now it lies empty.
On the bus to the hinterland.
A small place makes you note details like this one: this Trabant is always parked here, next to a junior high school. I don’t think I’ve ever seen it being driven around town.
Ah, the hateful moment when you see your bus pulling up at the station and you’re not quite there yet.