Chestnut placc

A lovable book, it draws in, makes me curious, its closed unfinishedness comes to my mind even later, intense aftertaste, so I would say, light and astringent on the back of the tongue. Yesterday and the next day, a Transdanubian "village fabric" pub surrounded by Schools (bilingual grammar school), upbringing, and even Bildung under the subjective of the passing and full moon - there is a rattle in the sky every night. Intertwined round and square, subtle and brutal stories, rattling and gliding narratives that pass through this nerve cell one way or another, in the middle of this little world, on the chestnut plateau, where if you flip through you, dear reader, a white splatter, maybe a cover , do not regret it. (Lajos Parti Nagy)