Nomád Földi László - Eleven Hold - avagy egy albínó Adventures

"I looked at the moon: like the face of a corpse, it was pale and yellow. I thought about what I had done, that is, what the situation forced me to do, but I did it anyway, and it was a strange and foreign feeling. I knew that I had nothing to apologize for, so I couldn't be forgiven, so if you look at it like this: I'm damned forever. But I also knew that I had to do it, and I wouldn't even be able to regret why I didn't do it, because if I hadn't done it, I wouldn't be alive anymore. Because, right, killing within the state is prohibited by law. It allows those outside the state in uniform. It is forbidden to shoot compatriots and people of the same skin color, and it is almost mandatory to shoot strangers and people of a different skin color. He who does not have a uniform cannot kill. Whoever has it can kill. … These bloody things are not for the sun, they are for the dark, the deep, the coffin or hell. That's what I felt. However, I clearly knew that I had nothing to regret, and I would rather regret not having done it. But I did. Because I am not a white rabbit that the hawk pounced on in my childhood. I am human, even if I am white as the full moon. And I will protect myself at all costs as long as I live.” The narrative hero of László Földi Nomád's novel Eleven Moon is constantly on the move. But in the journeys of the multiple minority protagonist, the "albino" Andor Kaló from Vojvodina, it is not the excitement of adventure novels that is important, but, as in Louis-Ferdinand Céline's work: Utazás az zielászé gyére, the inner journey is the determining factor. Paths and experiences of self- and world-knowledge. Exploring human nature. Which we will never get to the end of. But you have to leave again and again when the journey calls.