Holtágban

　　A former holiday resort with its polluted waters that don't interest anyone anymore; an old train, a worn-out old railway-man, an accident and those two girls who wait there, where no one waits anymore.
　　With a graph...展开ic style of his own - even though there is in it impressionism, pointillism and fauvism, Tibor Bánóczki is telling us a very odd story where running time, fate, loneliness are playing together in a very painful and beautiful poem.