7. Synthetic possibilities

I might be accustomed to great stories that take my mind away from my daily musings, make me wonder what's going to happen next and keep me up late, reading to find out. I can remember a few times when I kept reading till 4am without blinking, wondering where the night went. Time has such a volatile definition, or better said - meaning. Well, the book that I'm about to tell you about left me with a feeling of Ehm 🤔💭...The intertwined stories that we were made witnesses of in " Die Stille in Prag" by Jaroslav Rudis seemed a bit too made up. I needed more details, more depth to the façade. The roughness in some of them wants to tell us about a harsh reality, the reality behind walls, names, the pretty fairy-tale sought after by Instagram tourists. The break away from conventions and accepted ways of living. The rise and fall of dreamers in a dark world, their souls being sold to the dark side. I wish I could be there for longer time, understand where they came from, how did they arrive here. Where? Arrive at points in their lives where only a personal apocalypse could make things better. Renew them at least. If numbness and desolation was the message that the author wanted to convey ( but I'm pretty sure he would say that everyone reads what they can at the moment) then this is a great book. If I am not connected anymore to the pulse of the streets, the toughness and sometimes rudeness needed when someone wants to break out of the box, having been so concentrated on building something that make sense to myself where I am, then this book and it's stories is my proof that I'm on the good path. Without spoiling the story for you, I liked the depiction of a weird old man who is going crazy because of the noise, the insufferable noise that a modern city is producing. His way of dealing with it is bitter sweet. He is holding one end of the red thread, bringing all the other characters together. He is desperate for silence, the eternal silence preferably. He is almost there, almost...while the others still have to mimic and mumble and fight for the right to silence. They are still making noise. So much of it.