Keménykötés - Hajós Vera

 Hihetetlen jó interjú.

Hold

Astoria

There is a state of war and a global pandemic emergency, but you can't see anything from this. Dark clouds aren't swirling above our heads. Pants are torn because it's trendy. The guy sitting across from me, with lost hair, has hazel eyes. We are of the same age. And we know that the other person knows we're thinking about this.

How do the past years greet us? Well, there's something in my head that I forgot it a long time ago, and then a young girl in a hat, with a sad look on her face, walks towards me on the escalator, and I suddenly feel like I'm in high school, when you could more or less tell what kind of music everyone liked based on their clothes. Now, I have no idea. Everything's mixed up.

A bald homeless man explains something to a beggar lady, who wrote some message on her crumpled cardboard, asking for money. Of course, you can't read it. Or you'd have to get closer, and then you'd have to give something. The letters are black, as if they were characters from some insect collection.

Someone tells me that their "little fag" inserted a candle light bulb and got stuck. They couldn't take it out in any way because they were afraid it would break and cause serious internal injuries. Then they had this "brilliant" idea to insert the socket onto the bulb, screw it in, and pull it out. And it worked. I can't make sense of the world. What's brilliant? Who's brilliant? Why is it brilliant?

If only that cup with which our grandmother used to give us cold lemon tea could get out of my head! I would feel calmer, knowing that not everything is vanishing into oblivion. But it is, and our memories are also falling apart. Oh, the day when I won't even be able to hold on to these!

Allegedly

Allegedly, tablets were scattered on the tram tracks, and they were also stepped on, and various items were thrown out of the store, and fires were set on the tracks. In the store, the staff members fled to the panic room and were terrified, but not excessively. The trams were already moving slowly, patiently stopping in front of the fires, with flames reflecting on the windows, and black-clad riot police began to gather on one street corner. One of them was sucking on a spherical lollipop, but his boss told him to put on his helmet. In response, the defiant policeman threw the lollipop into the fire, where various gadgets were burning with black smoke.

One policewoman didn't understand why they had to set fire to these expensive items, why didn't they just loot instead? Her daughter didn't have such a tablet. It would be nice to pick one up from the ground; it's still in its packaging, and the thin plastic layer is still intact on the box. But there are cameras everywhere, and if she were to pick one of these gadgets up and keep it, she would surely be fired. She doesn't want that because she had to do so much to be here in the ranks. Her grandfather got citizenship because he served in the military. Her grandmother worked in a hotel and never learned the language. Her father was a helper in a grocery store, and her mother was the owner's daughter. She herself went to school here, always a good student, always casting a wink toward the police station next to the schoolyard. Incredibly handsome boys were running around there.

The policewoman's name was Mossane (beautiful), and the man who threw the lollipop was called Kumakh (the leader). I didn't know them at all. Later, I will have a lot to do with them. I don't even have a clue who they might be. However, there is much stronger evidence behind the intuition, something we dare not speak to anyone about.

My name is Lofem, and I have just come out of the store with a bright red plastic bag in my hand. What did I buy? Tortilla wraps, salami, cheese, pickles, and salted roasted peanuts. I am walking among the construction scaffolds. Behind them are half-buried pits. The road itself has been completely flattened. There is no traffic here, so it doesn't matter what the traffic lights show; I can cross whenever I want. Here is the gas station where I have stumbled past so many times. Between the two houses that still stand before the tracks, there is a black sofa. Someone has slashed the upholstery with a sharp knife. But I keep going; my feet lead me, curious about what might be beyond the tunnel, where the communal warehouse blends into the colorful graffiti. And behold, I can already see the artificial turf football field. They are playing with great enthusiasm. Rain is drizzling down, like when you gently open the shower. We don't have this at home because the drops are much larger and colder there. I have to pass under the bridge, three figures are chatting, they don't pay attention to me.

The match seems lively, although I don't understand football at all. They shout, they taunt loudly, the cage resounds when they hit. The ball can't fly out because there's a fence at the top. I stop to watch, but I don't cross to the other side; it would seem intrusive. On the side of the fence facing me, a family stands watching the game. A little boy, maybe eight years old, clings to it like a little bird or a little monkey, grabbing and jumping with both feet. He could be eight. His younger sister, maybe four, is holding onto her father's right hand. In a pink dress. Her hair is woven into about nineteen swaying braids. Strong braids, they stick out everywhere, with pompoms at the ends. White sandals clatter on the asphalt. The woman's enormous crown is covered in silk, but you can still see her carefully woven locks. Her arm might be as thick as my calf, and her hips could make up two of mine. Beautiful. And the guy, tall and lanky, his braided hair hanging beside his ear. Thin and muscular, so much so that I feel like nothing and no one, unworthy. In his other hand, he holds a massive umbrella over his wife. Rainbow-colored. He even twirls it a bit. Reminds me of the singing cicadas from my childhood. I think that this family is sacred.

Love and good cheer flourished there. Freedom and vitality. The ancient past, when people saw stars light up in the sky, and the distant future when they will travel to planets. I bowed inside myself, like a sleepy poet with a heart pounding from too much coffee and cigarettes. I just watched these wonderful people; I didn't really believe my eyes, and my mind didn't understand why we didn't need

"mentem, álmodtam" by Gergely Fliegauf: A Literary Triumph Beyond Conventions

In the realm of contemporary literature, Gergely Fliegauf's debut novel, "mentem, álmodtam," stands as a profound and audacious achievement. Fliegauf's eclectic background in criminology, human rights, psychology, and a myriad of other disciplines has birthed a work of unparalleled depth and originality. This literary masterpiece defies convention, inviting readers to embark on a journey into the uncharted territories of the human psyche.

Fliegauf's narrative subverts the traditional expectations of storytelling, challenging readers to relinquish their preconceived notions of characters, conflicts, and plot arcs. Instead, "mentem, álmodtam" presents a mesmerizing exploration of the subconscious mind, akin to a graphic novel that transcends the boundaries of traditional fiction.

One of the most striking aspects of Fliegauf's work is its fearless departure from conventional narrative structures. The novel rejects the notion of linear storytelling, offering readers a fragmented yet profoundly immersive experience. In this unconventional narrative landscape, readers are encouraged to embrace the enigmatic and the unexpected, venturing into the depths of the unconscious where meanings are fluid, and reality merges with dreams.

Fliegauf's ability to intertwine autobiographical elements with larger existential questions is a testament to his narrative prowess. The protagonist, whether a young man navigating the complexities of military service or an older figure contending with the dehumanizing forces of law enforcement, serves as a vehicle for profound philosophical contemplation. The novel grapples with the challenge of preserving one's humanity in the face of institutional pressures and existential uncertainties.

What truly sets "mentem, álmodtam" apart is Fliegauf's distinctive narrative voice—a voice unburdened by literary pretense or contrivance. The prose, while seemingly unpolished at times, resonates with sincerity and authenticity. Fliegauf's empathy, which extends even to those seemingly devoid of empathy, infuses the text with a profound and palpable humanity.

In a literary landscape characterized by ever-evolving genres and subgenres, "mentem, álmodtam" emerges as a bold and thought-provoking addition. It challenges the very essence of storytelling, encouraging readers to question the boundaries of literary convention. Fliegauf's debut novel invites us to reconsider the fundamental nature of narrative itself, urging us to engage with its unique narrative tapestry and the profound questions it raises about life, identity, and the human condition.

In conclusion, "mentem, álmodtam" is nothing short of a literary triumph. Gergely Fliegauf has redefined the boundaries of contemporary literature with a work that dares to explore the uncharted depths of the human psyche. It is a narrative that defies convention, challenges expectations, and ultimately leaves an indelible mark on the literary landscape. Fliegauf's debut novel is a testament to the vitality of storytelling and a reminder that, in the hands of a visionary author, literature can transcend the ordinary and become an extraordinary journey into the unknown. 

Hydro Globus Demolition in Turkeve, Hungary: An Exploration in Contemporary Literature

Abstract:

In the year 2022, a significant event unfolded in Turkeve, Hungary, with the demolition of a 200 cubic meter hydro globus. This event captured the collective imagination when a random video surfaced on YouTube, depicting the dramatic collapse of the water tower. Curiously, in the aftermath of the tower's fall, individuals ventured to take photographs atop its metal frame. Constructed in 1965, the water tower had stood as a landmark until the city council's decision to dismantle it. Remarkably, this very moment coincided with the publication of "Mentem, almodtam" (I was going and dreaming) by Gergely Fliegauf, a Hungarian criminologist and psychologist. This article delves into the convergence of these seemingly disparate events, exploring the profound narrative within Fliegauf's book and its resonance with the peculiar circumstances surrounding the water tower's demise.

Introduction:

The year 2022 marked a unique conjunction of events in Turkeve, Hungary—a hydro globus, a relic of the city's history, was razed to the ground, sparking intrigue and public discourse. Concurrently, a mysterious video emerged on the digital platform YouTube, offering a glimpse of the water tower's fall and the audacious individuals who seized the opportunity to ascend its skeletal remains. The water tower, with its origins dating back to 1965, had witnessed the passage of time and change in the city's landscape until it was deemed obsolete and scheduled for demolition by the city council. Remarkably, within this temporal overlap, Gergely Fliegauf, an accomplished Hungarian criminologist and psychologist, released his enigmatic literary work, "Mentem, almodtam."

Methods:

This study employs a multidisciplinary approach that integrates literature analysis, cultural studies, and historical context. It explores the events surrounding the hydro globus's demolition, the YouTube video, and the thematic elements of Fliegauf's book. Additionally, it delves into the symbiotic relationship between literature and contemporary events, seeking to understand the broader implications of this convergence.

Results:

Gergely Fliegauf's "Mentem, almodtam" presents a mesmerizing narrative that mirrors the surreal spectacle of the hydro globus's demolition. The protagonist embarks on a mystical journey, reminiscent of the water tower's structural descent, as they voyage to the Moon aboard a water tower akin to the one in Turkeve. Alongside an old friend from their dreams and a cherished childhood love, the protagonist encounters enigmatic beings—the "new children"—who manifest as the incarnations of the unborn. These ethereal entities possess a unique power, enabling them to manipulate the chakras of visitors and heal long-buried psychic traumas, using their small hands and inverted clairvoyance technique.

Discussion:

Fliegauf's narrative, although shrouded in mystique, resonates deeply with the contemporary events in Turkeve. The water tower's fall symbolizes the dismantling of a tangible monument, while Fliegauf's prose dismantles the boundaries of conventional narrative. It is worth noting that Fliegauf's book is reputed to contain no dialogue and character names, rendering it inaccessible to those who do not read Hungarian. However, anecdotal accounts suggest that readers and non-readers alike may share dreams echoing the surreal landscape Fliegauf describes—an Earth inflating to Jupiter-like proportions, adorned with the resurgence of Prototaxites, organisms extinct for millions of years.

Conclusion:

This study underscores the profound interplay between literature, contemporary events, and the human psyche. The simultaneous demolition of the hydro globus and the publication of Fliegauf's "Mentem, almodtam" invite us to contemplate the intricate connections between tangible and literary landscapes. The translation of Fliegauf's enigmatic work offers the prospect of unraveling its mysteries for a broader audience, further highlighting the profound intersection of literature and life. 

The Intersection of Societal Norms and Criminal Deviance: A Critical Criminological Examination

Abstract:

This study delves into the intricate relationship between societal norms and criminal deviance within the framework of critical criminology. Conventional wisdom has often cautioned against interactions with individuals who possess dogs and engage in smoking behaviors. However, emerging from this seemingly innocuous advice lies a complex web of social constructs that contribute to the perpetuation of criminal activities. This article scrutinizes the phenomenon through a critical criminological lens, seeking to elucidate how societal norms, gender, and power dynamics are intricately interwoven to shape deviant behaviors.

Introduction:

Within the realm of critical criminology, the influence of societal norms on criminal behaviors has been a subject of enduring concern. The conventional guidance urging avoidance of dog owners and smokers carries implicit biases and latent societal expectations, highlighting the relevance of our inquiry. This article explores the nuanced ways in which societal norms intersect with criminal deviance and the power structures that underpin these dynamics.

Methods:

Our study engaged individuals from diverse socioeconomic backgrounds, employing qualitative interviews and surveys to investigate the intersections of societal norms, gender, and criminal deviance. Participants' narratives were analyzed, and themes related to societal pressures, deviant behaviors, and the role of power dynamics were identified.

Results:

The findings of this study underscore the significant impact of societal norms on criminal deviance. Participants who reported exposure to societal expectations regarding appearance and social conformity were more likely to engage in criminal activities. A salient aspect of this phenomenon was the gendered nature of societal pressures, with women often bearing the brunt of unrealistic beauty standards and expectations related to social conduct. Additionally, the role of power dynamics emerged as a crucial factor, with individuals from marginalized backgrounds being disproportionately affected by societal norms and subsequently at a heightened risk of engaging in criminal behaviors.

Discussion:

This study brings to light the intricate web of connections between societal norms and criminal deviance within the domain of critical criminology. The implications extend beyond the mere avoidance of dog owners and smokers, highlighting the importance of addressing the systemic inequalities perpetuated by societal norms. The gendered nature of these expectations and their disproportionate impact on marginalized individuals calls for a reevaluation of our understanding of criminal deviance within a critical criminological framework.

Conclusion:

In the field of critical criminology, this study highlights the multifaceted relationships between societal norms, gender, and criminal deviance. It underscores the urgent need to challenge and deconstruct societal norms that perpetuate criminal behaviors and inequalities, emphasizing the importance of a critical perspective in understanding and addressing these complex issues. Future research should explore the potential for transformative interventions aimed at dismantling the power structures that sustain these norms and their detrimental effects on individuals and communities.