Schäffer Erzsébet - A kifutófiú szerelme (régi)

I would like to quote the old Mongolian woman who tried to tell her granddaughter what a miracle it is that we are born. That's what he said. Take a needle between your fingers and hold it with the tip up. Take a bag of rice in your other hand and pour it, just pour it on the needle. Well, if a single grain of rice stops at the tip of a needle, it's such a miracle, my little grandson, that a person is born into this world. Your grain of rice is on the tip of the needle. Erzsébet Schäffer is the only one in a million
A rocking horse and its rider from the beginning of the century, a young lady in a hat in the snow, sulking women, an omnibus with a vest. Forgotten pictures, or we could say, forgotten lives. Because in his book The Runway Boy's Love, the author does magic again. With its quiet serenity, it takes us to where we desire, both spoken and unspoken: from the magical maze of our memories to the present. And on the threads of the fairy tales, inward, into ourselves, into the endless story, which we can start anew day after day out of the mercy we received with our birth.