The count

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   →  

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   →  

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   →  

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   →  

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   →  

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   →  

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 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   →  

Archibald Iratus lived in an austere turn-of-the-century building along Jungfrugatan in Östermalm, Stockholm. A curious peculiarity of the address was its diffuse location. I could wander around for   →