Benedek Ágota - Rumbarumbamm - Ez egy kibaszott karanténnapló

Excerpt from the book:
"I'll tell you my favorite joke.
And it's also Annamari's favorite joke. And every time he asks me to tell the story again (and again), he puts his hand over his mouth to see if he shouldn't laugh this time. (?)
My grandmother, who was a wonderful woman and the inspiration for many of my existing and future tattoos, called me years ago on a bright autumn afternoon and told me in a sad voice that my then son, Máté, had died.
Hmm.
Yes, saying hello is never saying hello, forget that. You pick it up and that's it, your dude is dead. I shook my head, smiling, saying: Máté couldn't die.
Matthew is dead.
Again. I explained to him. That Máté. Live.
Matthew is dead.
I told him he was so alive that I had just let him out the door, and Mommy, you don't want to know what we did to find out he was alive!
My grandmother then fell silent, thought, and I even heard that moment, the silence when it dawned on her that she had really said something stupid, and she spoke again with the impulse to correct it:
Alas, Máté is alive! Your stepfather died.
You're free to laugh."