Time
Written around 1997 I was happy to get out of Nairobi. Not that I didn’t like the place, but it simply wasn’t Africa. Instead, a cosmopolitan, faceless anti-utopia of our urban future: concrete and glass, yuppies, flashy restaurants and fast-food joints, tired workers and smoky, crowded pubs, police and security people with guns and clubs, philty slums with muggers, beggars, glue sniffing, abandoned kids, zombies scavenging on human waste. Every day someone got shot, a place got robbed, a thief got beaten to death. I will have plenty of time to see all this shit in the years to come when I’ll get back to Budapest. But right now I was in a different mood, trying to forget about it all, about things in the past or future. It was just here and now. I wanted to stop time. Put my earplugs on and tuned in to an alien music with the voice of a mad scientist in the background … ” if I could discover just one of those things what eternity is, for example, I wouldn’t care if they thought...