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  • There I stood thirty meter above the Tziget festival in Budapest Hungary. The day before I promised my friend I would bungee jump. I had been fearing this moment the whole day. I was so frightened I could not eat or relax. We were atop of the portable crane. The view was stunning, and I could enjoy the band playing on the main stage. "Are you ready?", the man said in a heavy voice with Slavic extent. "No", I replied, and jumped.

    Did I lie about my being not ready. I think I wasn't. Would I ever be ready. I don't think so. Jumping is hard both literally and metaphorically. That was the main reason I did it for the metaphorical resonance of the act.I stood at the verge of the abyss without being ready, and I jumped. So when a moment comes when I am unsure and feel I don't have control. I can jump because the first time was wonderful.
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