50/30 St.Tropez

In my opinion, 50 is the new 30. Depends on how you treat yourself and others but there are some examples. I like playing with numbers, it cheers me up to think age doesn't matter. Maybe it's because of the recent death of my Dad. He was about to turn 69. So young, still. He led a whole life, actually many lives in one birth. He burnt that candle from both ends, that's for sure. Cancer is a meany. I wish more people realize that every action counts. Words we say, too. 

Saint-Tropez sounds about right. I've never been to France. Correction: in this life, I haven't been to France, yet. I imagine taking a small boat and having fun there. 

I'm happy to be here and have a chance to do the right things. Spirituality helps us to grow and change. Never giving up and staying in focus can only do you good. 

Dune 2 is filming in my hometown, Budapest! It's crazy! I haven't even heard about this. Damn, there were a few things I had to miss because of the passing of my Dad earlier this month. It all went down so fast, August is ending in 3 days. When, dear people, when?!

The Killers are my favorite. I love all their songs. Hands down.

your healing soul,

Kata The Nomad Screenwriter

Golden Nomad

Maybe I've got many things to say. I just need a few more days to get passed this process of letting go of all this material madness. Funerals are no fun. My faith is different, but I have to go through something that's not going down with how I feel about it inside. That's for sure. I'm still young in heart and soul. Too young to understand these heavy attachments and requests others are keeping near their black hole. They want to suck everything and everyone inside. No, thanks. I'll pass. I'm a free soul who can only spread the magic.

I'm pure fire. Think twice before you get close! Once you feel it on the inside, there's no turning back. You honestly can't escape it. Inner push comes and takes your sanity away. Flames of love? Burning for someone you have never met? Why not? Human life is a blink of an eye, anyway. Those who dare - they live. I'm still breathing. Are you ready to shake our world and turn it upside down? 'Cause here I come. Tell me the words that are hanging on the tip of your tongue!

Golden is my new favorite song. As a nomad, I crave new music every second day. Imagine the rush! Writing takes the best out of me. Yet, I have space for an arrow placed right into the bottom of my wild heart. Won't bleed on you, I promise. Do you wanna take that magic carpet ride with me? Fake love doesn't last, but what's real and meant to be is crawling under your skin, dancing in your veins, freaking your brains out. Have you ever felt like that?

Heroes are born, not made. Warriors came here to open up hearts, not to stab them. It's on you. Chances are there for the taking. I thought that you'd be here by now. It's okay. We are all figuring out this life. I'm with you. You are the only face I keep searching for. You are the one voice I listen to when I wonder out there, to catch a word, a warm 'hello' from that fellow nomad. 

I live for the moment. Living in the now can turn into a present. The one I have been waiting on. No more wasting time. I get what I get, moving on. Always being free above the clouds where I belong. 

your soul lover,

Kata The Nomad Writer Screenwriter

Don Vito Corleone

When you love someone, you give them names. Cute nicknames, tags that recall a memory, titles they'd like to be called, words that cheer them up. We had our own code, my Dad and me. I became Antonio Andolini, and he took the role of Don Vito Corleone. We both loved the Coppola movies, the Sicilian lifestyle, and the story of a man who became a legend. He wanted a boy for firstborn, but then I came. He loved me deeply but couldn't help how he felt. My Dad used to call me 'son' many times daily. Yet, he raised me as his warrior princess. He hurt me to strengthen me. He didn't know any other method. This was the way he was familiar with. 

I saw my Dad getting old and sick. This was as painful as going through it myself. Cancer was the final draw, but he fought it for 7 years. He didn't give in. My Daddy had a strong heart and an iron will. I feel lucky in a way that I was able to talk with him privately. We shared happiness and sorrow. We were the rascal rebel duo of the family. He was a writer, too. His books are different from mine, but we shared the passion. He taught me from my first days to almost his last. He couldn't communicate on the final day in the hospital, which became the worst feeling in this world for both of us. 

I haven't written anything since he left (Tuesday night). But today (Sunday afternoon), I have felt this urge to share with you what matters to me. 

The soul who witnessed the human life of my Daddy has already moved on to the next round. The role he played in my game has ended. It's grueling to move on with your life after the loss of a parent. I know divorce is tough, too, but when one of your parents dies, it's like a shattering experience. Especially when you two shared a unique bond. Dads and daughters, mothers and sons. It's a challenging kind of love. It has its wonders but also its dungeons. 

What I'm trying to say here: use every moment you can to figure out the why! Speak your mind and heart! Act before the clock runs out! God showed me his mercy because, in the past 7 years, I could understand my Dad and forgive his actions and words, which were poisonous to me. We grew into our roles. I was there for him and was doing my best to comfort him.

I have to live my life and keep going. I wanted him to be proud of me, to see how I achieved my goals. I often daydreamed about taking him to some award ceremony and thanking him in front of the whole wide world. He'd love that. He enjoyed being praised, that little devil. He lived a life almost worth glorifying, though.

On the selfish part, my birthday is getting near (Sep 8), and I can feel this is a game-changer (this 2022). It's unbelievable that my Dad is going to miss the rest of it. I'm bummed that he won't witness the big things coming for me. Don Vito Corleone died at age 68 (almost 69, Oct 21). Antonio Andolini is turning 38, which is crazy.

The spiritual path helps a lot. Faith gives you both the depth and the ease of human existence. Souls are we all. Keep that in mind and play your role nicely! Well, as kindly as possible.

I'm still my Dad's first child, his little rascal genius. It's great when you inherit the brain without bad intentions. I have to use what my Dad gave me. What God sent me through my Daddy. 

Hug your Dad for me! I know they are not perfect but they are still there!

your soul,

Kata

Confidential Comedy Compliment

I felt the need to write a short comedy for two of my heroes. Well, technically not comedians, but their cute idea of this movie pushed me further than a joke. What they thought was just to avoid questions of top secret information on an existing film became a bug in my writer's mind. I had to get it out and was waiting for the right moment to have some space for this to write. This birth was natural and fun. I loved writing my first comedy short honoring these two maniacs. It's a pure compliment. I hope their management won't sue me. Fingers crossed. My intention was to share the laughter and love.

Sly has always been my mentor kind of figure in filmmaking. I grew up watching his movies, he was the first screenwriter I knew about. I'm so sad hearing that my Chief is upset because of that 'Drago Spinoff'. I can understand his point. I wish they got him involved or asked him about it. 'Rocky Balboa' is his child, so to speak.

SW series 'Andor' sounds legit to me. The skin of those stories is tough. I like them, anyway. Especially, The Mandalorian with Grogu. I hope that green furry child comes back soon. Kinda miss him.

One post got me thinking. Why is that these days love letters going out of fashion? Or gone. I believe it's one of the most wonderful gestures on planet Earth. Write down how you feel and what you feel. Take the time and give it a shot! That's what movies, songs, and books are made of. Love letters. The way you change, they change. What you love is on your sleeves, whether you like it or not. 

your soul writer,

Kata Varga