Karafiáth Orsolya - Amikor Szécsi Pál a csöveken keresztül üzent

I have been persistently practicing lucid dreaming for years. When the sleeper knows exactly that he is dreaming. You have to try to turn around, mentally. Whoever spins like this cuts out reality with his movement, cuts a circle, a bubble out of the air. He floats in a balloon, the edge of which is light. When I slowly spin around in my dream, I become another woman who is just being woken up by the setting sun. I do a reality check, but reality tricks me, I go back to sleep, and then I wake up inside, inside another mirror."
Orsolya Karafiáth's latest book is like this dream: around and around in the mirror labyrinth of self-knowledge, where each mirror wall is a refraction of a new look, a new emotion. The sometimes funny, sometimes dramatic moments of the love affair are repeated in a circle, until finally this dreamlike circular movement cuts it out of reality and shows us the owner of the narrator's voice, who, after struggling to get out of the maze, laughs loudly and heartily at the whole thing.
Even when we were in elementary school, we were constantly fantasizing about the end of the world." "There will be a huge wasteland everywhere," whispered Zsuzsi, "the small forest will disappear, the public will also disappear!" "Carcasses will line the road until we get to the school," Kata raised the stakes. I shrugged my shoulders in unison. "Unfortunately, we still have a lot of time until the apocalypse - I said, proud of the words I know - it won't come soon enough." And I knew that all this didn't matter: love would kill us first..."