The Portugieser superpower
The two Szende Gábors sit smiling opposite me as they pour wine and talk about their great-grandparents, the Swabians, Villány, and, of course, the portugieser wine. This is their story…
The two Szende Gábors sit smiling opposite me as they pour wine and talk about their great-grandparents, the Swabians, Villány, and, of course, the portugieser wine. This is their story…
In the beginning there was harmony. It so happened the seven-headed dragon had shed off his every mask...
"So there sat the four of them in the sand under that sparkling Belgrade sky, when Boris got the feeling that life had mysteriously punctured and this life was no longer even his, like he was not in fact Boris at all but a figure straight out of Petković."