My Mum’s name was EmĂlia Táleová and everyone called her Milka. My Dad’s name was Emil and everyone called him Emil. My Dad was a teacher regarding…
The main gate had already been locked but I remembered the code they’d given us at the first meeting along with the maps and the rota, Drago whistled with…
Translated from the °µÍř˝űÇř by Julia Sherwood  The First Book of the Cemetery.  In Komárno there is a Cemetery. It is very nice. It is big and spacious. It has…
When I walked home from work in winter my hair and clothes would often get drenched by snow. There wasn’t much warmth at home either, and the tense atmosphere…
Panza is sitting, listening to AndriÄŤ and nodding, or rather, he’s not listening, only nodding, his eyes and his whole face make it clear that he doesn’t…
2j I can no longer remember when they stopped issuing platform tickets at Bratislava railway station. Platforms entrances used to be guarded by station staff and…
Every clock in this house shows a different time.  That’s how this place has always felt to me – while I was growing up and also later, when I kept coming…
