Notes of the aviator
I read the notes of the famous aviator Almasy, twisting and turning the thumbed book, deciphered his intricate writing style with an even older Hungarian dictionary I had bought in an antiquarian bookshop. He had flown across the Sahara Desert, ⏵
The secret ideology
The dream of the kingdom of bliss, Utopia, the problem has haunted humanity for centuries. How do you build a society where everyone is caring and respects each other? How do you go about it? Perhaps there is only one ⏵
The bicycle thief
It was the third time my bike was stolen, and a few days later it appeared online, for sale. Maybe it was even the same thief as last time? I was so tired of society developing in this direction, not ⏵
The journey goes to Krakow
Before I had time to really reflect, I had impulsively bought a plane ticket to Krakow. It didn’t cost very much, thanks to the new low-cost airlines that have taken over the market, and it was a direct flight, with ⏵
The count on the other side of the world
I had just come home from work. My new job, which I liked more and more, especially for the regular hours and the secure monthly salary. The work itself was not dissimilar to that of the average inner-city bureaucrat – ⏵
The count disappeared
I walked briskly along Jungfrugatan with the manuscripts in a light leather bag, which I found to be very elegant and with just the right patina. The gate revealed itself to me, sometimes it was difficult to find the strange ⏵
The West already died in the trenches of the First World War
Can be read as a stand-alone, or as a continuation of the previous article. I swept the glass, took out the pad again, and Archibald Iratus began to dictate: Older historians and archaeologists had a penchant for dividing epochs ⏵
The Count and the Lost Battle
This time I was about to give up, after an endless wandering through the gates of Jungfrugatan; how could it be so difficult to find an address that I had visited so many times before? Finally, with a trembling hand, ⏵
The Count gives ice-cold advice
I rang the bell several times, but no one answered. Sometimes he would listen to his old 78s and it would take him a while to get to the door. Just as I was beginning to despair and thinking of ⏵