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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