Háy János - Ne haragudj véletlen volt

Dear reader, this is János Háy's book, and it is about János Háy himself. Not about the world, but only about a small part of it, so to speak, for the operation of which he and only he is responsible. Of course, the fact that János Háy reveals something about himself every day in this text can also be misleading. Epidemic diary, maybe the word comes to mind. And that the diary is personal, and if it is personal, then - you might think - it is much more about its author than those books in which none of the characters are called the author's real name. So the author who wrote this book, and whose occupation is also the topic now, offers an insight into his life and thoughts in his own name, if it is true. Now, now! When. After all, this is an extraordinary situation, even an epochal boundary, after which nothing will be able to go on as wrongly, as haphazardly as it has been. The country, the world. And that the writer now tells not only what he cooked yesterday and what mom is going to have, but also how he thinks it will be next. In the post-virus future, if that. If true. But that's not certain. The author of this book does not want to say what will happen next. Maybe something changes, but then it doesn't. However, he is primarily concerned not with the world, but with a small piece of the world. The one who writes has to report on it exactly, so (therefore) he tells the truth. Not about the surface, not about the news, not about the prospects, not even about the virus. Unless, like, what would it be? Proof of God? Enemy? Whose agent is he? In any case, whoever wrote this book is telling the truth. About you, dear reader, i.e. about yourself, of course. Of course it's about you. Also about what he dreamed and that in his dream someone who is no longer there asks him not to be angry.