Sensuality as a subject is becoming ever more impossible to bypass in Hungarian literature. More and more often one finds the body in the centre of literary representation and authors have no choice but to look for a language with which to describe erotic experiences which are, incidentally, known to resist classification.
"I am not a pessimistic guy. If I was pessimistic, I would never even have started to make films. I hope that these films will be watched in twenty, thirty or forty years, and I think this is as optimistic as you can get in today’s world."
“There’s all these beautiful new houses, some with six rooms and split levels, burdened with mortgages, and the head of the household out of work, not to mention the children, they signed a contract to have them, and got promised the moon, and now there’s nothing, just the shit hitting the fan. Then after a while the wife gets fed up and wants a divorce. That’s how things go today. And the houses, Uncle Vida says, the houses are up for sale. But who's gonna want to buy them, he says.”
As I am writing this article on the night of the 50th anniversary of the ’56 Hungarian Revolution, there are barricades and street fights in Budapest. There are large crowds of protesters gathering at several key points of the capital.