Since this year, (the first LSA year, by the way) we are in Hungary, we have four delegations, from four directions. Let's see them one by one, and we can speak about art latter.

The first arriving group was the Greek delegation, from the beautiuful Katerini, at 5:40. Am.

They had the chance to meet the Romanian delagation, who travelled 14 hours from Bucuresti at 7 o'clock. (Yes we are stil am.)

They had their first intercultural shock at the ARC poster exhibition in V�rosliget. Most of the jokes were impossible to translate, or if it was possible to translate, you just lost the point after using the uniquie an for foreginers strange sounding hungarian language.

No problem: the monumental monumets of Heroes square, and the fancy buildings of fine arts were easy to understand to all the girls and sons for every nation.

Then we had a (or more oprecisley) the problem: we had the phone call, that the Italian delegation will be late for more than two hours. We had to wait. And wait. And wait. This two hours became three hours only because of a passport control. Could you belive this?! (I'm only asking, because none of us could) We are pm now.

But let's stop complaining, because 75% of the project was together, and we were heading to see the castle of Buda. Well, don't think about a pleasant, and gentle walk among the old buildings and new souveniershops of the famous castle. We just rushed to the National Library of Hungary, and cheked out the marvellous sight of Pest. Been there, done that, ready, steady, go.

A huge place should be left empty now, to make you feel how tired the delegations were. All the people (I mean ALL the people) were sleeping through the whole trip from Budapest to Zirc.

Arrived at dinner time almost exactly in the same time as our German friends who came by train from the direction of Gy�r.

After dinner we had a great introduction and games which turned into a party. Just imagine fityfive people dancing, Jumping Around for the song of the mighty House Of Pain, or screaming themselves to nuts, and laughing and smiling. Or smiling and laughing, mixed with a tiny intercultural or psyhical shock for the one of the participants, but at least everybody understood what xenophobia is. In details: At an exchange program you obviously need namecards. There were diffent colours, and one had to find all the people who had the same coloured namecard as she or he. This way we had an orange group, a blue group, a red group, a green group, a yellow group, and only one person with a blank card. She was wondering alone in the hall among happy, screaming people, who belonged somewhere.

Sounds weird? It was not so weird because the person whom we are talking about was not hurt but she (and probably and hopefully everyone included in this game) understood what does it mean to be separeted only because a tiny, basically completely unimportant thing.

About the evening I could only say in general: that it was fun. This is what I, and seemingly many other people call an athmosphere. This is what I call a good (almost perfect) start for speaking art.