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"Don’t be ridiculous”- friends warned me a few days before the trip. “Hordes of paparazzi?! Yes, you are famous, no doubt about that. But not yet a superstar among those grasshoppers of an obscure swamp. No one will recognize you. Cool down a bit.”
Well, I blushed.
- from the Lucinda Stylton Interview

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Usually, you see, on my travels, London, Berlin, Tokyo, Beeston or wherever, I'm constantly followed by mosquitos. Sometimes I just want to stick my head in the sand, although I'm most often walking on concrete or marble or carpet.
- from the Lucinda Stylton interview
Yes, of course, in bright daylight. At the corner of Petőfi square, on a windy afternoon. By the time we managed to secretly swap our shoulder bags, seven bananas were missing from the bigger one.
- from the Lucinda Stylton interview
No, only mosquitos. Fleas are really all right. After all, it is the greatest honour for me that so many bonobos appear at my public readings and seem to be delighted with "Dream Hermitage".
But this time I was really worried. Nobody was able to tell me how many of them could be expected at my lecture in Debrecen University. When we were getting in the taxi, we had already lost seventeen bananas.
"While in Debrecen, you know, all the time I had to be aware of the spooky traditions of that geographical area."
"Dracula's homeland?"
"And Gregor Samsa's. You've probably heard of his sad accident. Gregor was a wonderful guy, a fashion salesman in the fur business. He was introduced to me by Bowie. A nice and jolly gentleman, the supplier of the warmest, sweetest furs you could wish for. Fox, ferret, snow leopard, polar pelican. Extremely reliable. This fur muff I have here -"
"Very pretty!"
"Well, one morning when poor Gregor woke up from a confusing dream of enraged cactus-shaped bananas attacking the castle of Prague, he found himself transformed into a gigantic ... what do you call it ... golf club."
"A cricket? An insect"
"Exactly. A gigantic beetle."
- from the Lucinda Stylton interview
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