I found a quilted heart on my way home on the bus in Budapest, Hungary. These last few months I have had some conflicts with my own heart. You know when after a long time you can feel it in your chest again, and you feel it so fragile and exposed to this big bad world. But after all you meet people who remind you that whatever is there in the middle of your chest is beautiful and makes you unique and precious. Just like a little handmade colorful quilted heart in the middle of an ordinary dirty bus on a windy, dusty Friday evening…
