Why do I write books? Why do I think? Why should I be passionate? Because things could be different, they could be made better. Zygmunt Bauman
In our world of rampant ‘individualisation’, relationships are mixed blessings. They vacillate between a sweet dream and a nightmare, and there is no telling when one turns into the other. Zygmunt Bauman
I admit I have a Hungarian temper. Why not? I am from Hungary. We are descendants of Genghis Khan and Attila the Hun. Zsa Zsa Gabor
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