13922>by Gusztáv Kosztolányi It was with a slight sense of foreboding that I approached the porter at the gate of the National Psychiatric Institute at Lipótmező, a little off the beaten track on the Buda side of the capital. Having laboured my way uphill in the pitiless heat (ironic that after so much destruction was wreaked by the floods earlier […]
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