Today, frequently thinking of Cluj, for some reason. University town, two very interesting cultures, fascinating traces of medieval murals on the walls of the Hungarian church.
My present existence here is simply a form of Purgatory, and not necessarily the most pleasant circle or storey of it. To get a baseline existence, I need to return to exile. (Though the means even for this are proving very elusive.)
The existence here isn't existence but endurance. And there are limits to one's endurance.