Excerpt from the novel ‘Two thousand fifty-six’ by Attila Kárpáthy. Full or partial use of this text for commercial or non-commercial distribution by any means whatsoever is strictly prohibited unless expressly authorised by the author.

“There are as many pillows of illusion as flakes in a snow-storm. We wake from one dream into another dream.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson, an American essayist, lecturer, philosopher, and poet who led the transcendentalist movement of the mid-nineteenth century.

Tomasz Pilch woke up abruptly in the middle of the stuffed and noisy room. He probably felt asleep for a moment, he thought. How bloody embracing is that? What bothered him even more, was that he had no clue where he was and how he got there. It was a large saloon full of people sitting at small, wooded round tables with tiny little candles on each one of them creating an intimate, familiar ambience. However, the atmosphere was more like incendiary. The crowd started cheering and screaming impatiently. Tomasz takes a quick glance at his clock: twenty past nine. The waitress returns to ask if there will be anything else. Tomasz starts to say no, but then he looks at the empty glasses and Read more Seven of Cups (Excerpt) ›