Completely off-topic: my holiday cactus

This post is not about Budapest. This post is about a being I share flat with for almost two years now: a holiday cactus I would not even call this plant an “urban nature” being. My cactus is as much civilized as I am, and as weird and eccentric, too. Maybe it is because it is also a native alien here, in Hungary. As I learned here, holiday cacti originally came from the Brazilian mountain forests, but many of their present species were bred in England. And now, one of them took root in this city and lives in my home for almost two years now.
When it first arrived, there was two or three beautiful flowers on it, and lots of small buds. But none of them flowered – they simply fell off dry. We tried to find out where the cactus feels all right. First, it was in the living room desk, but I read somewhere that it does not like warm climate, so it was moved to the kitchen table. But there we lifted its pot a couple of times a day, basically every time we opened the window. Then we were told that this cactus is very much sensitive to the smallest amount of moving. So we let it rest on the top of the fridge. After all, it is a forest plant, it does not need so much light.

For more than a year nothing happened to it. No signs of illness or wellness, just existing. A bunch of green stuff in the corner. Then in the late spring we decided to put it out to the windowsill. There was everything this cactus does not like: light, warm weather and oen more moving of its pot. Well, this cactus definitely did not know how it should behave. It started to grow aggressively, then the first two or three small flowers opened on it– in the middle of June. It may have happened because it is my cactus truly: happy and blooming when everyone around is dying from hotness.

And now, back in its old place because of fear of frost, and it blooms and blooms and blooms. Almost at the right time, now.