When I visit a city for the first time, the first thing I do is to hop on a tram or a bus, to have a taste or a feel of what it is like to be really present there. To live.
Spending real days, getting up early, carrying the kids in the rain... sensing the lingering, heavy and pungent scent of wool coats.
Suntanned, bronze and sweaty skins, some slightly perfumed giggling nearby.
Enlightening.
Stubbly faces, make-up, looks and gazes through the window. We are getting to know each other.
Everyone, everywhere doing things in different ways, that is, in the same way, the same things.
The last time I was on a bus in Stockholm, suddenly losing balance I accidently stepped on a lady’s foot, stumbled and gripped her so we almost fell down together. Alarmed, I blurted with Hungarian eloquence „Excuse me, Gosh Darn!” The lady replied in English “no problem... besides, my son-in-law is Hungarian, at times he also utters Hungarian expressions like Gosh. My daughter studied in Vienna, that's how they met.” Feeling confused, I asked if I could help her with anything as I almost knocked her down. She said “No way, but the next is the last stop, let's have coffee”. She was going to meet a friend of hers in an hour to join some singing group. I have never had coffee in my life, especially not at a Swedish lady’s invitation.
We had a great chat.
It did leave an impact. It's possible to be unafraid of others.
It's possible to give and get. A smile. An insight. We just need to let it happen.
There is no greater power, the connection between people. Sharing knowledge and experience. Safety. Understanding acquaintances all around.
Supportive and open world.
Living here, traveling there, learning elsewhere.
We are together. Here, on this planet, and otherwhere.
There are no limits... in anything.

Tibor Jakabovics, Founder