Podolszky Zsolt - Pepin Bácsi last útja

When Uncle Pepin heard that humanity has at most a thousand years left, he rose to help. That humanity has at most a thousand years left was shared by Stephen Hawking with his audience recently. By nature, Stephen Hawking is less loud than Uncle Pepin, and his choice of topics is also significantly different from his, yet Uncle Pepin reacted immediately to what he heard, which becomes especially exciting at one point, because Uncle Pepin has been dead for quite some time.&13;& #10;Hawking told his audience that stupidity and greed are the biggest threats to humanity, and that sooner or later these two inalienable human qualities will drive our world into nuclear war, the fatal extent of global warming, or the release of engineered mutant viruses, so we have only one chance left , namely finding another planet where we can start all over again. Which is, of course, also dangerous, because in the case of such a successful solution, there is the possibility that the escaped mutant virus called humanity will move around the universe and destroy all habitable planets without finally destroying itself "And there were also too many of the wine merchants. Which is understandable, since wine is the drink of the gods, a gift from Boristen: it makes you dizzy, stupefying, gives you beautiful dreams and a bitter awakening: that's how life is. The name is never a coincidence. Neither the name of the man nor the people. We were called many different things: Rasenna, Türhén, Etruscan, Tuscan. We later call ourselves Hungarians, Hungarians, Hungarians. And within that, Palóc, Székely, Csángo, Kun, Jász. Because we defined ourselves and remained individuals, even in a community. Our late descendants also carry this burden, a god will pass over them, maybe they will be more successful, since they learned from us. Then there, in the ring of mountains, they recreate what we did. We are lost in the sea, in the sea of ​​peoples. Into the sea of ​​peoples' struggle. One day this will become a national prayer for a small nation that doesn't remember me, but my blood. We were dusted like a rock. But rock becomes sand, sand can become glass in the fire, and that is timeless. You can build with sand. To build on the rock.”

ARTprinter Book Publisher
Novel
135 pages
Binding: hardcover
ISBN: 9786068678290
Author: Zsolt Podolszky
Year of publication: 2019