It's a lovely book, draws you in, makes you curious, its closed and unclosed remains in my mind even later, intense aftertastes, I would say light and tart on the back of the tongue. Yesterdays and the days after, a trans-Danubian "village fabric" surrounded by pubs with a school (bilingual high school), education, even Bildung under the subjective of the passing and full moon - there is a roar in the sky every night. Round and square, delicate and brutal stories that blend into each other, rattling and gliding narratives, which somehow pass through the middle of this neuron, this little world, the chestnut square, where, if you, dear reader, turn the page and come in for a white splash, you will smoke your cigarette sparingly. , he doesn't regret it. (Lajos the Great of Parti)