It is one of the largest rivers in Europe. This would be interesting in itself, but the Danube is much more than that. During its journey of nearly three thousand kilometers, it touches ten countries and even more peoples. A huge waterway, waterway. Sometimes it's a limit. And of course tradition, history, destiny, culture. A common destiny and a common culture.

Ovid and Pindar. The French piper in hell, Louis-Ferdinand Céline. Péter Esterházy, Claudio Magris, Nick Thorpe, August Strindberg and György Tímár. The heroes of the Nibelung legend who made their way to the court of the world conqueror Attila. Elias Canetti, a Sephardic Jew born as a Turkish subject, later became an Austrian writer, then drifted to England, a Bulgarian-Spanish. Patrick Fermor, who in the foggy Albion, while reading James Joyce's Ulysses, remembers the flower seller's girls from the Danube river in Pest.

They are all Danube travelers, and they are all featured in György Miklós Száraz's captivating essays. And everyone else! Mikszáth, Széchenyi, Lőrinc Szabó, Ady, Balassi... The author invites the reader to an exciting water tour in space and time. A few thousand kilometers and a few thousand years. Back there, up and down, sometimes in the main bed, sometimes in the tributaries or backwaters, but always on the rushing or trickling water of the river of culture.