The Saddest Summer of Samuel S [antikvár]

He lived in a grey shadowy street in Vienna two flights up behind four dirt stained never opened windows. He rose slowly mornings paddling oif balance on bare feet to the dark stale air of his bathroom across the hall. Sometimes pausing to watch the little line of red ants disappearing down into the wall. He had arrived at an age when the flesh begins to go its own way and the spirit struggles to hold it back. He took good care of his heart by eating the boiled meats and never let religion rob him of his appetite or sense of humour. Life was still before him in this strange outpost of a city where the sounds of the rest of the world drifted and one had to tap one's skull 5