by Rita Mészáros

They are all wearing new shoes now. And the priest, too. No, I can’t believe it. A priest cannot get mad for money! Oh, well. People are all able to give up their principles, virtues and honour when they see money. There comes Hernádi; what a big actress. She is fantastic in her role.

What is this noise? Where is it coming from? It’s my bag. It might be my phone vibrating. It’s my mom. I have to write a message for her; otherwise, she will call me again. Just very briefly: ’Hi Mom! I’m in the theatre. I’ve got a message, too. And an unreceived call as well. A message from my boyfriend. They are having a smaller party in his lodgings. I don’t really want to party tonight. I’ve many things to do tomorrow. But I want to see my boyfriend. I’ll go up, stay a little and then go home to the hostel. That will be good. No, it won’t. I’m sure I won’t get off alone; I’m afraid of dogs and dark. My boyfriend wouldn’t even let me go; he will ask me to stay there. But if I stay there, I can’t do my things in the morning and I’ll be nervous. Oh, I don’t know what to do.

And who could be that other call? Kardi? Why would he call me now? We haven’t spoken for months. I know! Olgi mentioned in her last email that there is a volleyball competition next weekend, where our old team should go. That must be the reason why he wanted to talk to me. I’ll call him back after the performance. No, I won’t. I’ve forgotten that I’m actually angry with him. He hasn’t answered the message I sent him for his nameday; not even the one I sent him at New Year’s Eve.

Oh, God! What’s happening on the stage? Why are those men gathering? And what are the others talking about? I’ve missed the story. I hate my phone! I will never ever leave my phone turned on in the theatre again. I actually hate people who cannot lose touch with their mobiles. I do not want to be one of them!

Get back to the story; or at least try…I think I get it! I do get it!