Bài này mới nghe được gần đây, trong album nhạc phim The End Of The F****** World. Soái ca share nguyên cái album trong Spotify, mở ra nghe thì có bài này.
Lonesome Town được Baker Night viết, Ricky Nelson trình bày lần đầu năm 1958 và gắn luôn với tên tuổi của Ricky. Ricky chẳng may qua đời sớm do tai nạn máy bay năm 1985, thọ 45 tuổi, thật ngắn ngủi cho một giọng hát nhẹ nhàng mà tình cảm.
Chả hiểu sao nghe bài này lại cứ nhớ về Đà Lạt, cái thị trấn cô đơn như bài hát kể về làm người ta liên tưởng tới cái “thành phố buồn lắm tơ vương có cơn gió chiều lạnh buốt tâm hồn” mà Lam Phương viết về. Có lẽ điểm chung nằm ở chỗ đó là nơi những kẻ thất tình tìm đến để gặm nhấm nỗi cô đơn, để tìm quên những kí ức cũ chăng?
There’s a place where lovers go to cry their troubles away
And they call it lonesome town, where the broken hearts stay
You can buy a dream or two to last you all through the years
And the only price you pay is a heart full of tears
Goin’ down to lonesome town, where the broken hearts stay
Goin’ down to lonesome town to cry my troubles away
In the town of broken dreams the streets are filled with regret
Maybe down in lonesome town I can learn to forget
In the town of broken dreams the streets are filled with regret Maybe down in lonesome town I can learn to forget
Someone used to tell me that in Western society, Christmastime is for family and New Year time is for friends. When Barni, my Hungarian friend, invited me to his home for this New Year, I got the chance to see a Western New Year with my own eyes.
What’s there at New Year in Hungary?
Like other European cultures, New Year is the time for parties, mostly house parties. I followed Barni to a few house parties hosted by his friends. These parties often have around 10 people, only for close friends or those who are important to the host. Guests often come with small presents for the host along a bottle of wine or champagne. In these parties, people usually have dinner, drink wine and talk. The parties normally last till midnight, especially on New Year’s Eve there is also time for firecrackers and fireworks. In many European countries, people are allowed to buy firecrackers and fireworks during New Year time for celebration. Coming from a place where firecrackers were prohibited long time ago and fireworks are only available for the state, it was an exciting experience for me to light the fireworks and see them lighting up the sky. Unlike our 15-minute firework show back home, stepping into New Year in Europe is to watch the fireworks set by your neighbors, your friends or any people in town for over 1 hour from all around. Families went out, with children getting excited with those light and sound, greeting their neighbors in smiles while saying “Boldog új évet” (Happy New Year in Hungarian). Since it is so easy to travel throughout Europe, many people welcome their New Year in other countries with their friend, like Alicja, my Polish friend who traveled from her hometown near the border of Poland and Czech Republic to Frankfurt in Germany to enjoy her New Year joy with friends whom she met during her exchange in France.
Another New Year’s Day
On the first day of New Year, Barni told me to get dressed and follow his family to a New Year party. We drove for around 1 hour to Tahitótfalu, a small town outside Budapest. At first, I thought it was just a family visit as usual, but then it turned out to be different when we arrived. It was an annual gathering of life-long friends. Barni’s parents had some close friends since when they lived together in a same dorm. After graduation, they gather every year on the first day of New Year. The reunion hence becomes a tradition for over 30 years. Every year, they drive to Tahitótfalu, where Mrs.Márti, a friend of Barni’s parents lives, enjoy lencsefozelék (or lentils stew, made from lentils, stewed pork, beef or rabbit with yoghurt and onion). Hungarians believe that eating lencsefozelék New Year’s Day will bring them happiness, luck, health, sucess and love for a whole year. Especially, this lencsefozelék was made with rabbit hunted by Mr.Kecsi, another friend among them. He went hunting a few days before the day then brought the meat to Mrs.Márti to cook. After meal, everybody gathered in the living room, enjoyed desserts made by Mrs.Mária, another member, with tea and coffee. For this reunion, stories are essential, and seem to be endless too. People shared everything with each other, about life, work or interesting journeys over the past year. Sometiems, Mrs.Márti made some games for everyone, like a game when each person had to pick 3 cards from her deck to describe their own year, including what they expected last year, how their last year turned out and what they look forward to in this year. During the day I am here, there was never such a lack of laughter.
When Barni and his brother were born, they were brought to the reunion along with their parents, and their friends did the same. Therefore, Barni and their children have been friends since their childhood. Another F2 generation have grown up together in the friendship of their parents, being good friends for over 20 years. They might not see each other often but they help each other al ot in life, for example Barni’s job was introduced by one of his parents’ friend in the group. Or the F2 are helping one member of them to move to Budapest without the help of their parents.
“They are like my 2nd family, though we don’t have any blood relation. For some people here, this reunion is the only chance to see each other in a year so though they may live far away from here or they may be busy, people still make time for this day and try to spend a whole day here”, said Barni. This year, due to family issue, one member could not come, he called to every single person to send greetings.
When people left, Mrs.Márti invited her friends to join her idea that everyday, each person will write what they are grateful for in life and drop it into a jar till the next year’s reunion when they open the jar and read this to everyone.
Though only being here as a guest, I could feel the warmth and hospitality from everyone. That made a different beginning for my 2018. On the way home, I somehow thought of stereotypes about Western society, about relationships, about friendship, about family. I just realized it is only a few weeks to Tet, Vietnamese Lunar New Year, which is the time for reunion.
Chú Nam, hồi vài tháng trước, trong một cuộc gọi điện về nhà của mình, bảo rằng 2 năm học rồi sẽ qua nhanh “như một giấc ngủ trưa”.
Nếu nghĩ như vậy, thì bây giờ mình đã đi được một nửa giấc ngủ trưa.
Tầm gần 3 tuần nữa thôi, thi xong môn cuối cùng là năm học đầu tiên chính thức kết thúc. Còn hôm kia là buổi học cuối cùng ở Aarhus này, môn MJR, vẫn ngủ gật trong giờ như mọi khi và bức hình của buổi học cuối cùng vẫn thiếu mình. Mọi thứ vẫn như cách đây 4 năm trước. Ngày hôm qua là kỉ niệm 4 năm ngày học cuối cùng ở IR, tấm hình đen trắng cắt ra từ clip, được FB nhắc lại. Một sự trùng hợp kì lạ. Cho một tháng 5 lúc nào cũng nhiều kỉ niệm.
Chẳng ngờ được, 9 tháng đã qua, thấm thoát. Khi mình còn chưa cảm giác hoàn toàn biết hết về thành phố này, về những con người ở đây, về đất nước này thì lại sắp phải rời đi. Rồi lại phải bắt đầu cuộc sống mới ở một thành phố khác, ít nhất là trong gần 1 năm nữa.
Cảm giác không đầy đủ này, vì thời gian không đủ hay vì người ta đã phí bao nhiêu thời gian ở đây? Thay vì ra ngoài và khám phá lại ở nhà và gặm nhấm những ngày một mình?