Bela Hümmelgen
1 min readMar 4, 2023

It took some time to find the words. Maybe they were there all this time. Maybe I was waiting for an easy way out. Maybe I shouldn’t be writing them at all.

I wanted to write about 2022 as I wrote about the previous years. But the words were locked away from me. I can’t make sense of them. Instead they spill out like a list of groceries I cannot forget.

  • This year I lost three friends. Not to death. To life.
  • I had my heart broken in as many pieces as I could imagine. I guess it was my fault.
  • I broke hearts. I tried not to.
  • I visited so many countries I lost count of the number. I guess my life is about chasing the next adventure.
  • I burned through all my money. I shouldn’t have.
  • I had a haircut. Not sure how I think about it now.
  • I reached my destination. And didn’t know where to go next.
  • I felt like I was living someone else’s life.
  • I felt like I should be doing something else. Yet doing exactly what I am doing now.

This year I reached my highest and my lowest. Neither felt good.

04.03.2023 — Wien-Budapest



Bela Hümmelgen

Brazilian, red, feminist, bi+poly, vegan, saggitarius. Current LLM in Human Rights (Austria). MA in Gender Studies (UK/Spain). Bachelor of Law (Brazil).