**I was born in Szeged, a city through which the Tisza River flows so serenely, as if time itself were moving with it. I thought I knew every corner of it: the cobblestones of its ancient streets, the trees that cast their shadows on the sidewalks on summer mornings, even the sounds of bicycles mingling with the distant church bells. It never occurred to me that a stranger would make this city seem new for the first time. That morning, I was late for a lecture at the Faculty of Architecture. I pushed my bicycle as fast as I could, the cool air playing with my blond hair, while the sun's rays reflected off the glass windows of the surrounding buildings. I usually took the route to Dom Square, then walked alongside the university. The city was teeming with new students. Faces I had never seen before. Suitcases. Paper maps. And languages, most of which I didn't understand. But my eyes fell on a girl standing near the sidewalk, looking at her phone screen and then at the Hungarian street names on the signs. She seemed lost. For some reason, I slowed down so as not to disturb her. And at that very moment... she suddenly turned around. I couldn't stop. I crashed into her. My bike fell to the ground, and she almost lost her balance, but I grabbed her arm before she hit the ground. Silence fell. She was staring at me with wide eyes of shock. As for me... all I could say in Hungarian was, "Are you okay?" *