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we went out for a cigarette. there was no smoking in the aranysárkány. vereš made some jokes at his own expense, but i was only half listening. it was noisy and lively outside, already evening, car headlights crisscrossed the city streets with their bright beams. women's fur coats left little clouds of perfume in their wake; i breathed these in absentmindedly together with the smoke from vereš's cheap cigarettes
~neven ušumovic, "vereš", from best european fiction 2010
reading an anthology is always rolling the dice, but this one was surprisingly rewarding, with only two or three stories i didn't like and quite a few very good ones.
~neven ušumovic, "vereš", from best european fiction 2010
reading an anthology is always rolling the dice, but this one was surprisingly rewarding, with only two or three stories i didn't like and quite a few very good ones.