Dóra Prokopp is the laid-back type of mother who prepares fresh breakfast for her children and their friends who are exhausted by partying at Balaton Sound and she is not even annoyed by the fact that you can't even drop a needle in the crowded Zamárdi summer house in this time of year. This Balaton-side coolness has a history, though, as it turns out when you listen to her stories with a glass of wine the hand in Pastrami Restaurant, her chief occupation beside the kids.
Teenage new waves
Then teenage years brought surfing, 'I was among the first who had a surf at Balaton, I was a really cool surfer with muscles and a suntan. There was another surfer girl, the competitor, but her haunt was two streets down from us. I remember surfing in storms, always surfing; my mum was running up and down the shore to call me home because the wind was strong. Fortunately, winds are safe on the south shore. Then in September, sitting at my school desk, I prodly examined my callused hands, which remained so and evoked summer until about October. If my hands are like that today, my thoughts still jump back to surfing, although I only surf a lot in my dreams.'
'Balaton today means something different: thousands of secrets and undiscovered places, the exploration of the north shore after the southern parts. Balaton does really mean holiday now; years ago we committed to another surface of water, the Danube, we have our HQ in Pilis. There, the waterside environment is more untouched as opposed to the often violent constructions at Balaton. Still, Lake Balaton remains an eternal love. Me and my husband have a joint Balaton-themed project, Super8.hu, to which we post old amateur Super8 materials, archive video footages abotu Balaton: East Germans at Balaton, Vietnamese flip-flops, home videos, there is a really astonishing amount of archive footage.'
'Recently, I have spent a lot of time on sacred places and spirituality, I have been attending related small group travels. I am looking for explanations and I know that there are a multitude of such secrets carved into stone and wood in the Balaton-felvidék. Then there are the ruins of Pauline monasteries in the north, the Mary Magdalane monastery in the Salföld, and the innumerable mysteries of Badacsony and I would like to uncover all these. When one of the guardians of Lake Titicaca (a truly sacred spot) was here, he was swooning over Balaton. I believe it is one of the still hidden treasures of the world; Hungary and Balaton are both miracles. I believe that Balaton is a keeper of secrets: there is wisdom and ancient knowledge hidden in its northern hills in different cyphers. We must solve these. Perhaps, one day the spiritual leaders or the world would gather here. Perhaps we will manage to charm more people, more youngsters to enjoy these gifts actively. I have plans, you'll see!
One thing is for certain: in 10 years, you won't find me in an urban location. Unfortunately, my ecologival footprint is shamefully large.
I hope that in 10 years, it will be the size of my feet, size 39.'