The natural need of childhood is freedom. And today’s children are virtually forced into a cage. The natural need of adulthood is life. And today’s adults are either hardly alive, or live to the detriment of themselves or others, on hidden paths. The natural need of old age is tranquillity. And today’s elderly want freedom and life even on the brink of the grave, for their earlier needs were left unsatisfied.
Name? Hungarian history. Nationality? Hungarian, he screamed, and it sounded as if hundreds of virgin cadets were swearing in. Could you say it a bit less loudly, I ask him. So he whispers like a dying person: Hungarian. Then I say, couldn’t you just say it naturally? Like, Hungarian. But that’s too difficult. To be natural. To pretend that it doesn’t hurt, that it doesn’t vex; that it isn’t annoying, isn’t too tight. Hungarian. That’s what there is. And that’s enough. Too much even. Too little.