“Welcome to the Vicious Circle”: a travelogue from Plato’s Academy to eastern Hungary
His right hand was laying at the edge of the table as he was sitting next to it. A calendar, a photo and half a cup of coffee, sprinkled across its surface. Leonidas, lost in thought for some time now, gets up in a swift move and gets packing. First, the calendar. Then some clothes. Last, the photo. And…