Cobblestones in Pilsen vol. 9: In through the out door

I want to pierce a hole on the city. Destroy its walls, tear its skin to get to the heart of it. And then I will be watching from the inside what is going on in the outskirts of the city. But I am yet to get inside, I'm like a cat, who's been shut out into the cold, scraping the door to be allowed back in.​

• Our first WRITER-IN-RESIDENCE Mihály Etlinger (*1990) is a very talented young Hungarian writer who came here for one month thanks to our partner Pécs Writers' Program. He is going to share his thoughts with you via social media networks. "This diary" will be published afterwords in a special online blog.

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Cobblestones in Pilsen vol. 8: Tea for one

When I look at the ground I see myself in full. Like pigeons snatching up breadcrumbs from the road with ravenous apathy. Then I make a tea, scroll through the news on the net to see all the bad things that happened today. I rather don't look down. It's not good to be visible. On the contrary, going home and making a tea is good. Like a football match ending in a draw.

• Our first WRITER-IN-RESIDENCE Mihály Etlinger (*1990) is a very talented young Hungarian writer who came here for one month thanks to our partner Pécs Writers' Program. He is going to share his thoughts with you via social media networks. "This diary" will be published afterwords in a special online blog.

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Cobblestones in Pilsen vol. 7: Mirror

A mirror is there to show you the face you never had and never will have. Its distortion gives you the chance to regard yourself vainly. To look at a non-existing portrait.

• Our first WRITER-IN-RESIDENCE Mihály Etlinger (*1990) is a very talented young Hungarian writer who came here for one month thanks to our partner Pécs Writers' Program. He is going to share his thoughts with you via social media networks. "This diary" will be published afterwords in a special online blo

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Mihály Etlinger: Spisovatel v zrcadle

Spisovatel se střídavě díval do mapy a na město. Nemyslel na to, kde asi je, ale bál se dívat do mapy a v těch vteřinách nevidět město, které měl vidět. Jako když turisté všechno vidí jen přes hledáček svého foťáku. Bylo mu trapně. Zastrčil si mapu do zadní kapsy, típl cigaretu a podíval se na kostelní hodiny. Bylo tam vždycky poledne nebo půlnoc, ale pokaždé se musel podívat. Je to marný.

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Cobblestones in Pilsen vol. 6: Consolation

There is something weirdly satisfying in coming across this picture in the town where Karel Gott was born. It looks like the cow cries out of sadness. He should play Lady Carneval to cheer himself up. He'd be smiling at the part where the song goes "salala" and he'd be laughing by the end. It surely is boring but why change if it has worked before? What he would really want is to dance with Karel and the girls in the video, like a high-earning guest performer.

• Our first WRITER-IN-RESIDENCE Mihály Etlinger (*1990) is a very talented young Hungarian writer who came here for one month thanks to our partner Pécs Writers' Program. He is going to share his thoughts with you via social media networks. "This diary" will be published afterwords in a special online blog.

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Cobblestones in Pilsen vol. 5: Urban legend

Just another Hungarian urban legend. They were walking a brand new, tiny Yorkshire terrier along a riverbank. Evening lights, quiet splashes and gurgles, peace. Suddenly an owl struck down, seized the dog with its leash, and flew off. Walking little dogs next to riverbanks is not recommended since. I do hope Czech owls are kinder and have better ethics.

• Our first WRITER-IN-RESIDENCE Mihály Etlinger (*1990) is a very talented young Hungarian writer who came here for one month thanks to our partner Pécs Writers' Program. He is going to share his thoughts with you via social media networks. "This diary" will be published afterwords in a special online blog.

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Cobblestones in Pilsen vol. 4. The city on Sunday

On Sundays the houses dress up and look at themselves in the shop windows. On Sundays construction sites are laying idle. Potholes in the road are yawning and the piles of soil are lying low as if they were caught doing something. On Sundays even bulldozers are friendly. On Sundays I need to call my mother to calm her down. On Sundays I video chat with my fiancée in a low voice.

• Our first WRITER-IN-RESIDENCE Mihály Etlinger (*1990) is a very talented young Hungarian writer who came here for one month thanks to our partner Pécs Writers' Program. He is going to share his thoughts with you via social media networks. "This diary" will be published afterwords in a special online blog.

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