I have never expected this summer to be so thrilling.
My film No big deal was selected and screened at Friss Hús Budapest International Short Film Festival, and now it has been invited to Veszprém-Balaton Filmpiknik. What is there to do with an already finished film? Based on the organizers' requests, I now have to create and send subtitles, and compile all sorts of promo material. These are new, tiring but happy tasks. The same short film is going to be featured at the II. Szirtes András Experimental Film Showcase (2–5 July).
I'm working on the third draft of my novel (work title: The mounds are appearing). Typically, between two online English classes (my bread and butter is English teaching) I sit down to the text and work on it. Luckily, this Thursday I will be able to craft it for several hours. Does the title suggest fantasy? If yes, I'll just need to change it. It will include some folky TV film-shooting for a state channel (an almost surreal musical series), and my three characters are going to be taken in a vision to the Cuman earth mounds, but there will also be an Indian thread inspired by my trips to West Bengal. It's great to attend a literary workshop at this time where I can present some of my chapters. Last Saturday I visited Natália Szeifert's workshop which always inspires me... also, it usually exhausts me by the end of the day, as any good lit worshop would.
I get the urge for going to India again. I go to Kolkata every 2-3 years. Once there, I take a trip to the fakir villages to learn some Baul music, but mostly I try my best to soak in the culture and the language. As a fresh film graduate, I am now working on a short film plan, an Indian-Hungarian collaboration. What comes now is the preparation work: script writing, online discussions and visual mood creation.

In this picture you see me taking pictures in the statue-makers' street in Kolkata. This is where I would like to shoot some scenes.

Poster of my short film No big deal. Not long ago it was hanging on the wall of Puskin Art Cinema.


