Going home late

This street is in the Palace of Buda. Basically its a touristic area I rarely go there up to the hill but years ago I used to work in this area for the Hungarian Scientifical Academy for a couple of months. My days started there very late and at times I left in the late evening. Walking on the empty streets I could hear my own steps and those street lights were on at times already.

I dont know why....but seeing lonely streets with public lights and with lights from the windows always remind me to the time when I was in the army.

In 1991 several times when I was in duty I had to spend long hours in a peel watching around along the fence of the military base. The first Iraq war just started and although we were very far away from Iraq being aware of terror attacks I had to stand there being armed to the teeth.

From the peel I could see the empty street with public lights outside and at times when some windows turned into yellow I desired so much being at home in a warm room just going out to the kitchen in the middle of the night for a pint of milk.

Nowdays I am at home at nights in a warm room. And going out during the night to drink something I can hear the trains a few blocks away and i wish being outside doing something adventurous.:)