I am writing this post after the peaceful church service, but it is true that the conflict outlined here occurred before the church service.
For the sake of keeping the timeline and the excellent concluding sentence written in the previous post, this post must precede my church reports.
I don’t want to dwell on this conflict for too long, because it is no more than a fly’s-eye on the wall. It is only interesting for its background.
Who didn’t I have a conflict with?
I need to reassure everyone now!
Although the post ended with “I had an authentic dinner on the way home, and then I had a long conversation with my older daughter at home about the topic of the next post. Beware, conflict is coming!”, the problem was not with my daughter.
Why is this conflict issue even interesting?
I just discovered a lack a few weeks ago, which I later told many people about, but for some reason it wasn’t important to write about.
I realized that conflict has been missing from my life for about 5 months. People here somehow live without it. Or at least most people do, because I haven’t seen any fights since I’ve lived in Asia.
But! I saw one. There was a couple in Koh Samui who regularly yelled at each other every evening, until the lady finally left the house for the last time one night, with a lot of fuss.
But apart from that – I swear – I don’t even remember a loud exchange of words, anywhere.
So I didn’t get that either, but the lack didn’t show for a long time.
It suddenly occurred to me that no one here has ever sent me to my mother’s house if I accidentally stepped out onto the road early. But not even if I accidentally didn’t step out when I should have. No one mentions the connection between a man’s genitals and his mouth if I accidentally step in front of him in the store in a way he didn’t expect. If I say no, I haven’t yet received a response that says “fuck me”. And I think I could go on and on with the examples, but there’s no point.
I think everyone knows exactly what I’m writing about from their own experiences. So it’s certainly understandable what’s not here.
Hungary, you are written in my heart, Hungary!
After all this, nothing could be more natural that the first conflict reached me from Hungary after a 5-month absence.
I received a letter from the common representative of the condominium that the newest neighbor (they have been living next door to us for about 1.5 years) reported that my daughter’s family is loud at night and they can’t rest.
I won’t continue this story, that’s enough of it. Who is loud, who has a low threshold of stimulation, who does this, who does that, the story is also familiar to everyone who has not lived on a farm in the Great Plain – in the middle of nowhere – for a long time. In Hungarian, anyone who has a neighbor will sooner or later have a problem.
But – and with this I am slowly closing this entry – why is this not here, or why can’t I see any trace of it. Why does it come from where I already came from.
I didn’t send my answer to the neighbor – of course there was a short exchange of letters with him.
By short, I mean that I wrote a fairly short response to his long letter and suggestions, whereupon he sent another long letter in which he repeated everything. I did not reply to that.
And of course, I did not send him my first short response, but the one I had already slept through.
The first one would have been this:
Dear neighbor!
I am grateful for your letter!
If there were a moment in my life when I would start to forget why I no longer wanted to live in Hungary, then a reminder message like the one you just sent will always come in handy.
People like you play a big role in my not wanting to live in my country anymore mentality. Thank you for reminding me that I was once like that too.
That ego-driven smart person who is right and will prove his rightness well. He doesn’t threaten (but, yes), he doesn’t slip up when he has to (but, yes) and he doesn’t twist words so nicely that they always lean towards him. But, yes.
Thanks again for reminding me that I was like that and also that thank you very much, I won’t ask from you again.
Don’t worry, I didn’t send this message, it just belongs to this story.
We’ll see what happens with this butterfly fart problem, but I promise I won’t write it. LOL.
Postscript
The day before I left Wat Pa Tam Wua, there was a residents’ meeting in Hungary, in the apartment building where I live.
My daughter is the owner of the apartment. So it is almost her duty to attend this residents’ meeting. But we had discussed in advance that due to the current situation, it was especially important for her to be there, because we would be surprised if the neighbor in question did not bring up the situation.
Of course he did. He tried to get the residents of the apartment building to tune in to the “situation”, but as we discussed afterwards, no one was receptive to it. Because there is no situation.
The point of this post is not what and how it was said. What is important to me is that my daughter handled this topic of the residents’ meeting in the most professional way possible, in accordance with her own temperament and the calm, polite answers we had agreed on in advance.
All I want to say about this is that I am immensely proud of her. This is not the first time she has shown her mettle on the stage of life.
I am also very proud of my younger daughter, she has also stood up for herself in all kinds of situations several times. She has not had anything like this yet, but her time will surely come.
But let this post simply end with the fact that I have great daughters, and I am grateful to them for contributing to the realization of my dream journey by becoming adults.
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