Translated by Heather Trebatická Since times immemorial people from Sokolec had been ploughing up bits of old earthenware or metal statues when working in the…
Extract translated by Jonathan Gresty At Levice station, I got off the bus and climbed into a little lorry which stank of diesel and mouldy work coats. My father…
 Episode 1965  Ian spent New Year's Eve in the streets of San Francisco. He wandered through this town that never ceased to surprise him. Occasionally he stopped…
RESTRAINING   The sun was still weak. Even by noon it had not managed to dry the ground soaked with the night’s rain. Zuzana knelt in the wet grass. She was…
The current combination of annulling entrance visas and strengthening emigration controls has taken on a symbolic significance. They can be seen as a metaphor for…
Translated by Heather Trebatická  Until then I had only looked through glass at people like Borko. Through the shop window when I was standing behind the…
