31 December 2018, in the outskirts of Debrecen There is a strange noise outside, not for the first time this evening, so he goes out into the backyard to see what the cats are up to. The gateway is around the corner, on the other side of the house, and he doesn’t have a comprehensive … Continue reading
„Oh, that’s such a cool toy, is it for your child?” Continue reading
I’m in the badly crowded subway, under Nyugati station… Continue reading
A story by Peter Primer December 2017 We’re in Székesfehérvar, in close vicinity of an as-yet unused university campus building, close by, but not there, for the gentlemen in our focus only sleep there, and we’re now in a small pub found in the post-war socialist projects, post-war, post-socialist, post-projects. It has plastic chairs and … Continue reading
“There was something intoxicating about him. The way he knew the right people, was in on the secret meaning of all that was happening in the country, and spoke the talk of power as an insider. How he ridiculed norms, and with the norms all that hypocrisy that always surrounded her, that she hated so much. With Árpád, walking over obstacles was the norm.” Continue reading
We are in the home of the Szabó family. The television is on. It’s the news hour – so-called but referring to a mere fifteen actual minutes of he-said-she-said BS, some of it political. Continue reading
“A homeless person occupies the bench under the roof of the shelter, nursing his bruised and blistered legs, all the while ranting about a grand conspiracy with George Soros somehow in it.” Continue reading
